BlooPA, Melo360 - No Regard Lyrics

Welcome to the jungle
Let's get ready to rumble
We out here waving fingers just like Dikembe Mutombo
And if you see us you done for
Me and Remy a couple seconds from
Taking the stainless and swiping left like its Bumble
Probably leaving you puzzled
Hundred pieces gone all across the room
Get a broom but I don't think you'll recover
What's with me why am I not bothered when saying
These types of awful and slanderous comments
That's not the way I was brought up (Awkward)
This lack of regard
Wish that I could say it would stop
Blame it on the Jack and the vodka
Is it pain or is it fun, meh
Potato potato least I'ma get paid when it's done
It beats what I been playing before I started this game
I was nothing (Shit)
So peep what I been becoming
This kid doesn't have no other ambitions
He only wants to unleash havoc on you all
And if this is what I do from my closet then think
What if I get spotted by King, Eminem or Logic
It's over for all you artists who think
You can become something while more while I'm in town
Cause I can't see none of y'all do a quarter of the shit
That it takes to be a God up in this bitch
It's hiphop but all of you just sit and stick to your garbage
Like recycle stickers
Just reusing topics that stink

No regard for what you think (What you think)
Or what you say (What you say)
Or what you do, if you got something to prove better run
Cause you ain't safe (You ain't safe)
Coming through (Coming through)
No regard if we end up trampling you

No regard for what you think (What you think)
Or what you say (What you say)
Or what you do, if you ain't part of the crew you better run
Cause you ain't safe (You ain't safe)
Coming through (Coming through)
No regard if we end up trampling you

Melo360 young I'm trying to tell ya
I got the drop now
It's operation lockdown like Helta Skelta
(Your name what) I can't even spell ya
This shit real homie
I can get you drilled if you in Australia
Bars official dog I never fail ya
Behind the wall nigga
I can get you stabbed for a hundred mailers
Stay in your own lane before I derail ya
Young my gun twerk and
It's black and pretty like Teyana Taylor
Fucking with BlooPA I grab the Ruger
I'm bound to shoot ya
Pile driver nigga Lex Luger
Rock a nigga when I bock em' with the choppa
That's the way I do ya
Snapping off cookies Lorna Doone
Niggas now cap clowns
Niggas wouldn't throw a jacket to ya
Transparent I see right through ya
Parkside taught me everything I know
Homes let me school ya
Mini missile right through your medulla

No regard for what you think (What you think)
Or what you say (What you say)
Or what you do, if you got something to prove better run
Cause you ain't safe (You ain't safe)
Coming through (Coming through)
No regard if we end up trampling you

It's no regard for what you think (What you think)
Or what you say (What you say)
It's fuck you and I mean what I say too
You better run cause you ain't safe (You ain't safe)
Coming through (Thought you knew)
Drilling shit and your homies can get it too

Melo360
(Parkside, Parkside)
UUT
(Parkside, Parkside)
Ay BlooPA fuck they talking about