Fuck Your Blog
Childish Gambino Lyrics


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Ch-ch-check the blogs, what you gon' see?
Everybody talk about Flynt Flossy
Is he real? He can't rap
Take that back, I rip all tracks
And some blogs be talking smack
Been chill too long, time to react
(Y'all got fans?) Yes, we do
And sold-out shows so screw you too
Floss got fame now, he's sexy
Damn, these girls be all on me
Open those legs bon appetit
Gimme those toes when you lick them feet
Like doggy food, I'm pedigree
So hating blogs get off of me
Don't care 'bout what you gotta say
And no, I'm not Charlie Murphy!

I hang with the Jeep, bang with the Jeep
Got lady fans that really wanna
Smang with a Jeep, y'all
Think it's a date, won't creep, wanna peep
Tryna dig up dirt, yeah the jeeps gon' sleep
Too difficult to figure out so
Little bloggers simmer down
Or you just might lose it
Have a seat, shut your mouth, turn us up
Take the thinking cap off
And enjoy the music
Where I'm from? Does it make a difference?
If I said to look away, would you turn around
And take me off the hit-list?
I don't think so
Are you mad right now? yeah, I know
Go home, put your thumb in your mouth
And lay in a position that’s fetal
No time for babies
All the credit to the fans who ladies
Start writing this trash in your blog
Play around, acting like you hate me
Yung Humma

Yeah i'm a Mac Pro with an afro
And you guys blow like the Satchmo
And my cash flow out the asshole
And my last show was the Camp Tour
Saw your blog on Thursday
You only re-blog shit girls say
You didn't re-tweet my birthday
All your comments say "first" or "so gay"
Okay, we the fanboys
Sex fantasies with Androids
But I fuckin' mean what I'm writing
If I see you, nigga, we fightin'
On that shit, take a whiff
Move in silence like a gif
If you try to hack my phone
You'll see pics when you ain't home
Man, royalty to the maximum
Got racks, and we stackin' 'em
I like beef when it's actual
I love how niggas talk that shit when
You know you ain't catching 'em
Man, racist on your page
You should be on Key & Peele
Is that really how you feel?
Nigga, the internet isn't real!
Yeah, I saw a lady get fucked
In the ass by a goat
Laugh for an hour, that's all she wrote
Would I laugh if I saw
That shit in real life? Yes (yeah)
Fuck your blog with a broomstick
I could fuck your girl with a Q Tip
If I see you, nigga, let's do shit
Gambino boy, you stupid

Overall Meaning

In the song "F*ck Your Blog" by Childish Gambino featuring Flynt Flossy & Yung Humma, the lyrics express disdain for bloggers and their opinions about Flynt Flossy. The song starts by challenging what is written on blogs about Flynt Flossy, questioning if he is really a talented rapper. However, the lyrics quickly dismiss the negativity and assert Flynt Flossy's skills as a rapper and his fame. The song also showcases Flynt Flossy's confidence and sexual appeal, with lyrics that objectify women and boast about his sexual encounters.


The song continues with Yung Humma's verse, emphasizing how little he cares about the opinions written on blogs. He mocks bloggers, telling them to "simmer down" and enjoy the music rather than trying to decipher hidden meanings or criticize. Yung Humma suggests that their negative comments and attempts to dig up dirt are futile.


Overall, the song conveys a message of disregard for bloggers' opinions and highlights the artists' accomplishments and confidence in their skills.


Line by Line Meaning

Ch-ch-check the blogs, what you gon' see?
Take a look at the blogs, what are you going to find?


Everybody talk about Flynt Flossy
Everyone is discussing Flynt Flossy


Is he real? He can't rap
Is he authentic? Can he actually rap?


Take that back, I rip all tracks
Actually, take that back, I excel in all musical tracks


And some blogs be talking smack
Certain blogs engage in negative talk


Been chill too long, time to react
I've been relaxed for too long, it's time to respond


(Y'all got fans?) Yes, we do
(Do you have fans?) Indeed, we do


And sold-out shows so screw you too
And our shows are completely sold out, so you can also go away


Floss got fame now, he's sexy
Flynt Flossy has gained fame now and is considered attractive


Damn, these girls be all on me
Wow, these girls are completely infatuated with me


Open those legs bon appetit
Spread your legs wide, like a delicious meal


Gimme those toes when you lick them feet
Give me your toes and lick my feet


Like doggy food, I'm pedigree
As high-quality as dog food, I come from an excellent lineage


So hating blogs get off of me
Therefore, blogs that spread hate, please stop targeting me


Don't care 'bout what you gotta say
I don't care at all about what you have to say


And no, I'm not Charlie Murphy!
Also, I'm not Charlie Murphy!


I hang with the Jeep, bang with the Jeep
I associate with the Jeep, engage in wild activities with it


Got lady fans that really wanna
I have female fans who truly desire


Smang with a Jeep, y'all
To have sexual encounters with a Jeep, everyone


Think it's a date, won't creep, wanna peep
They might assume it's a date, but I won't secretly investigate, I just want to observe


Tryna dig up dirt, yeah the jeeps gon' sleep
Attempting to discover negative information, the Jeeps are going to remain inactive


Too difficult to figure out so
Too hard to comprehend, therefore


Little bloggers simmer down
Inexperienced bloggers need to calm down


Or you just might lose it
Otherwise, you might lose control


Have a seat, shut your mouth, turn us up
Take a seat, stop talking, and increase the volume of our music


Take the thinking cap off
Remove your hat that symbolizes deep thinking


And enjoy the music
Simply, take pleasure in the music


Where I'm from? Does it make a difference?
Does my place of origin matter in any way?


If I said to look away, would you turn around
If I asked you to avert your gaze, would you actually comply?


And take me off the hit-list?
And remove me from the list of targets?


I don't think so
I highly doubt it


Are you mad right now? yeah, I know
Are you currently angry? Yes, I am aware


Go home, put your thumb in your mouth
Go home, suck your thumb


And lay in a position that’s fetal
And lie down in a fetal position


No time for babies
I have no patience for immature individuals


All the credit to the fans who ladies
All the recognition goes to the female fans


Start writing this trash in your blog
Begin composing this garbage in your blog


Play around, acting like you hate me
Mess around, pretending to despise me


Yeah i'm a Mac Pro with an afro
Yes, I am a highly skilled individual with a frizzy hairstyle


And you guys blow like the Satchmo
And you guys are terrible, just like Louis Armstrong


And my cash flow out the asshole
And the money I make is extremely abundant


And my last show was the Camp Tour
And my most recent concert was part of the Camp Tour


Saw your blog on Thursday
Discovered your blog on a Thursday


You only re-blog shit girls say
You only share posts that girls create


You didn't re-tweet my birthday
You failed to retweet my birthday message


All your comments say "first" or "so gay"
All your comments consist of "first" or derogatory terms for homosexuality


Okay, we the fanboys
Alright, we are enthusiastic male fans


Sex fantasies with Androids
Engaging in sexual fantasies involving Android devices


But I fuckin' mean what I'm writing
But I genuinely mean everything I write


If I see you, nigga, we fightin'
If I encounter you, we will engage in physical conflict


On that shit, take a whiff
Regarding that matter, take a deep breath and inhale


Move in silence like a gif
Move inconspicuously like a GIF image


If you try to hack my phone
If you attempt to illegally access my phone


You'll see pics when you ain't home
You will discover pictures while you are away


Man, royalty to the maximum
Dude, I am the epitome of regal


Got racks, and we stackin' 'em
We have stacks of money, and we keep accumulating more


I like beef when it's actual
I enjoy real conflict or confrontation


I love how niggas talk that shit when
I adore how individuals talk trash when


You know you ain't catching 'em
They are well aware they won't be able to confront me


Man, racist on your page
Dude, there are racially discriminatory posts on your webpage


You should be on Key & Peele
You should appear on the comedic sketch show Key & Peele


Is that really how you feel?
Is that genuinely your sentiment?


Nigga, the internet isn't real!
Dude, the internet is not a true representation of reality!


Yeah, I saw a lady get fucked
Yes, I witnessed a woman engaging in sexual intercourse


In the ass by a goat
In the anus, by a goat


Laugh for an hour, that's all she wrote
Laughed uncontrollably for an hour, that sums it up


Would I laugh if I saw
Would I find it amusing if I witnessed


That shit in real life? Yes (yeah)
Such an event occurring in real life? Yes, indeed


Fuck your blog with a broomstick
I have no regard for your blog, to the point where I would penetrate it with a broomstick


I could fuck your girl with a Q Tip
I am capable of having sexual intercourse with your girlfriend using a Q-tip


If I see you, nigga, let's do shit
If I encounter you, we will engage in various activities


Gambino boy, you stupid
Gambino boy, you are foolish




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

viv

Verse 1: Flynt Flossy]
Ch-ch-check the blogs, what you gon' see?
Everybody talk about Flynt Flossy
Is he real? He can't rap
Take that back, I rip all tracks
And some blogs be talking smack
Been chill too long, time to react
(Y'all got fans?) Yes, we do
And sold-out shows so screw you too
Floss got fame now, he's sexy
Damn, these girls be all on me
Open those legs bon appetit
Gimme those toes when you lick them feet
Like doggy food, I'm pedigree
So hating blogs get off of me
Don't care 'bout what you gotta say
And no, I'm not Charlie Murphy!

[Verse 2: Yung Humma]
I hang with the Jeep, bang with the Jeep
Got lady fans that really wanna smang with a Jeep, y'all
Think it's a date, won't creep, wanna peep
Tryna dig up dirt, yeah the jeeps gon' sleep
Too difficult to figure out so little bloggers simmer down
Or you just might lose it
Have a seat, shut your mouth, turn us up
Take the thinking cap off, and enjoy the music
Where I'm from? Does it make a difference?
If I said to look away, would you turn around
And take me off the hit-list?
I don't think so
Are you mad right now? Yeah, I know
Go home, put your thumb in your mouth
And lay in a position that’s fetal
No time for babies
All the credit to the fans who ladies
Start writing this trash in your blog
Play around, acting like you hate me
Yung Humma


[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Yeah
I'm a Mac Pro with an afro
And you guys blow like the Satchmo
And my cash flow out the asshole
And my last show was the Camp Tour
Saw your blog on Thursday
You only re-blog shit girls say
You didn't re-tweet my birthday
All your comments say "first" or "so gay"
Okay, we the fanboys
Sex fantasies with Androids
But I fuckin' mean what I'm writing
If I see you, nigga, we fightin'
On that shit, take a whiff
Move in silence like a .gif
If you try to hack my phone, you'll see pics when you ain't home
Man, royalty to the maximum
Got racks, and we stackin' 'em
I like beef when it's actual
I love how niggas talk that shit when you know you ain't catching 'em
Man, racist on your page, you should be on Key & Peele
Is that really how you feel?
Nigga, the internet isn't real!
Yeah, I saw a lady get fucked in the ass by a goat
Laugh for an hour, that's all she wrote
Would I laugh if I saw that shit in real life?
Yes (yeah)
Fuck your blog with a broomstick
I could fuck your girl with a Q-Tip
If I see you, nigga, let's do shit
Gambino boy, you stupid



All comments from YouTube:

Tyler Hensley

This song gives me the power to wake up every morning

Riley Newton

Gambino killed this song, but I'm not gonna lie, so did Yung Humma.

Fedora McClaren

Yung Humma is dope though..

srgetem

@Fedora McClaren nobody said he wasnt buddy

kameron wright

Huge Gambino fan been jamming this for years and just realized he shouted out key and peele a decade ago

viv

Verse 1: Flynt Flossy]
Ch-ch-check the blogs, what you gon' see?
Everybody talk about Flynt Flossy
Is he real? He can't rap
Take that back, I rip all tracks
And some blogs be talking smack
Been chill too long, time to react
(Y'all got fans?) Yes, we do
And sold-out shows so screw you too
Floss got fame now, he's sexy
Damn, these girls be all on me
Open those legs bon appetit
Gimme those toes when you lick them feet
Like doggy food, I'm pedigree
So hating blogs get off of me
Don't care 'bout what you gotta say
And no, I'm not Charlie Murphy!

[Verse 2: Yung Humma]
I hang with the Jeep, bang with the Jeep
Got lady fans that really wanna smang with a Jeep, y'all
Think it's a date, won't creep, wanna peep
Tryna dig up dirt, yeah the jeeps gon' sleep
Too difficult to figure out so little bloggers simmer down
Or you just might lose it
Have a seat, shut your mouth, turn us up
Take the thinking cap off, and enjoy the music
Where I'm from? Does it make a difference?
If I said to look away, would you turn around
And take me off the hit-list?
I don't think so
Are you mad right now? Yeah, I know
Go home, put your thumb in your mouth
And lay in a position that’s fetal
No time for babies
All the credit to the fans who ladies
Start writing this trash in your blog
Play around, acting like you hate me
Yung Humma


[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Yeah
I'm a Mac Pro with an afro
And you guys blow like the Satchmo
And my cash flow out the asshole
And my last show was the Camp Tour
Saw your blog on Thursday
You only re-blog shit girls say
You didn't re-tweet my birthday
All your comments say "first" or "so gay"
Okay, we the fanboys
Sex fantasies with Androids
But I fuckin' mean what I'm writing
If I see you, nigga, we fightin'
On that shit, take a whiff
Move in silence like a .gif
If you try to hack my phone, you'll see pics when you ain't home
Man, royalty to the maximum
Got racks, and we stackin' 'em
I like beef when it's actual
I love how niggas talk that shit when you know you ain't catching 'em
Man, racist on your page, you should be on Key & Peele
Is that really how you feel?
Nigga, the internet isn't real!
Yeah, I saw a lady get fucked in the ass by a goat
Laugh for an hour, that's all she wrote
Would I laugh if I saw that shit in real life?
Yes (yeah)
Fuck your blog with a broomstick
I could fuck your girl with a Q-Tip
If I see you, nigga, let's do shit
Gambino boy, you stupid

Terrance Dowell

I couldn't ask for a better combo! Genius.

NorthWestClass PNW

2020 this shit still bang

underscore

This rips so fucking hard for how minimal the beat is

AvieJibbz 1990

“Would I laugh if I saw that shit in real life?”
Yes 😐

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