🎤 DJ Carter — “FUCK WHAT THEY SAY” Genre: Florida Drill / Hard Street Rap • Explicit language • Dark 808s • Aggressive flow Intro — Spoken Yeah, yeah! DJ Carter in this bitch! Turn that bass up, man. I'm tired of hearing everybody talk shit. Everybody got an opinion, everybody got something to say. Fuck all that noise. Let's get to it! Hook — Hard drill flow Fuck what they say, I'ma do my own thing, Came up from the bottom, now they know my name. Talk all that shit, but they don't know pain, DJ Carter on the track, let me switch them lanes. I don't give a fuck 'bout the lies they spread, Got a whole damn dream running straight through my head. They were talking down bad, now they see me ahead, Put my heart in the booth, let the bassline hit. Fuck fake friends, I ain't dealing with the drama, Been through hard nights, still I'm chasing that dollar. Whole lot of pressure, but I came back stronger, DJ Carter going up, motherfucker, watch longer! Verse 1 — No fake love I woke up pissed off, got a lot on my mind, Too much fake-ass love, had to leave that behind. Everybody says they're real till it's time to show proof, Then they disappear quick when you're telling the truth. Man, fuck all the gossip, I'm focused on the mission, Got a fire in my chest and a whole new vision. I don't need your damn approval, I don't need your permission, Put the beat in the speakers, hear the whole room kicking. I been working on my craft while they run their damn mouths, They keep talking like they know what my life is about. You ain't walked in my shoes, you ain't seen what I've seen, So don't tell me shit about the person I should be. I'm DJ Carter, motherfucker, put the name in the lights, Got a microphone ready and I'm taking my flight. If they hate, let them hate, I ain't wasting my time, Turn the bullshit into music, put the truth in each line. Hook — Repeat Fuck what they say, I'ma do my own thing, Came up from the bottom, now they know my name. Talk all that shit, but they don't know pain, DJ Carter on the track, let me switch them lanes. I don't give a fuck 'bout the lies they spread, Got a whole damn dream running straight through my head. They were talking down bad, now they see me ahead, Put my heart in the booth, let the bassline hit. Verse 2 — Florida energy Florida nights, hot air, bass shaking the street, Got the whole damn car bouncing hard to the beat. New track loaded up, got the speakers on blast, I'm done looking back, leave the bullshit in the past. They said I couldn't make it, man, that's funny as hell, Now I'm building up my sound and I'm doing it well. Every verse got pressure, every line got a spark, I put my whole damn soul in these songs after dark. No bullshit, no pretending, I can tell who's a clown, Same ones talking shit wanna come around now. I remember every word, every joke, every doubt, Now the beat drops hard and I let that shit out. I'm not chasing fake respect, I'm just chasing my goal, Got ambition in my heart and that fire in my soul. If the world gets loud, turn the volume up more, DJ Carter on the track—let them kick down the door! Verse 3 — Full energy Goddamn, I'm back, better turn that shit up, 808 hitting hard, got the whole room shook up. I was down on my luck, but I never gave in, Now I'm back with a track and I'm ready to win. Fuck the doubt, fuck the rumors, fuck the negative talk, I'ma stay in my lane, let my own music talk. Got a head full of dreams and a plan to get paid, Every song that I drop is another damn stage. I ain't perfect, motherfucker, never claimed I was, I got flaws, got goals, got a whole lot of guts. If you ride with the team, then you know what's up, If you bring fake shit, you can get gone, that's tough. DJ Carter in the booth, hear the whole crowd scream, Turn a bad day around, put the pain in the beat. This is more than just a song, this is me getting free, Fuck what they say—I'm becoming me! Final Hook — Beat drops hard FUCK WHAT THEY SAY, I'ma do my own thing! Came up from the bottom, now they know my name! Talk all that shit, but they don't know pain! DJ CARTER IN THIS BITCH—REMEMBER THE NAME! Fuck fake friends, fuck the lies they spread, Got a million damn thoughts running straight through my head. I put my heart in the booth, let the bassline bang, DJ Carter, motherfucker—I'ma do my own thing! Outro Yeah! DJ Carter! No fake love. No fake friends. No giving up on the dream. You can talk your shit all day long. I'm still gonna make my music. Turn that motherfucking bass up! 🔥 Beat idea: 145 BPM Florida drill, distorted 808 slides, rapid hi-hats, dark piano, and a shouted hook with ad-libs like “Let's go!”, “On God!”, and “Turn that shit up!”
