MEEK MILL SELF MADE 3 DISS lyrics

[Intro]
CHYEAH! CHYEAH! CHYEAH! CHYEAH!
CHYEAH! CHYEAH! CHYEAH! (HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA)
CHYEAH! CHYEAH!
YEAH! YOU pus*y ASS b*tch! (HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA)
I DON'T GIVE A f*ck, YEAH!
OR A HOOT!
Listen!

[Verse]
I run the internet, I run the internet
Meek Mill is a b*tch and we run the internet
3Pacalypse in the f*cking game son, we don't give a f*ck
We blow yo sh*t up, on the internet
We gettin' money, yo we get it with ease
We got more chedda than f*ckin' Chuck E Cheese
I don't give a f*cking hoot bout none of that sh*t
Ima f*ckin' go ham, b*tch all I do is spit
We be goin' where we want and f*ckin' all yo b*tches
And we don't give a f*ck, stitches get f*cking stitches
And we don't give no hoots, I'm the beast in the booth
And I'm gonna do what I wanna do, b*tch f*ck you
I don't give a sh*t, b*tch I'm going f*ckin' ham
Everybody in the street, know that I'm the f*ckin' man
Goin' like the taliban, son
*VARIETY OF ECHOING SCREAMS THAT PLAYED THROUGHOUT THE SONG*