Fucc Around
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah
Call up on my hoes (we gon' fuck around)
I hear you nigga want that smoke (we gon' fuck around)
I get it for the low (we gon' fuck around)
Load up my banana (we gon' fuck around)
Deliver boxes like I'm Santa (we gon' fuck around)
Deliver boxes like I'm Santa (we gon' fuck around)
Call up on my hoes (we gon' fuck around)
I hear you nigga want that smoke (we gon' fuck around)
Oh my mama let a nigga try to run up
He gon' die
I hear rumors they don't move me
Keep it truly by my side
All these groupies wanna do me
'Cause I'm better than they guy
Strive to lock me up in clearco
But I told 'em bitches bye
Fuck these niggas I don't trust 'em
They won't look me in the eye
I've been waitin' for this moment
Now my timing has arrived
We've been building for a minute
So this vision I'ma pin in
My grindin' is relentless
I can't go back to the trenches
Call up on my hoes (we gon' fuck around)
I hear you nigga want that smoke (we gon' fuck around)
I get it for the low (we gon' fuck around)
Load up my banana (we gon' fuck around)
Deliver boxes like I'm Santa (we gon' fuck around)
Deliver boxes like I'm Santa (we gon' fuck around)
Call up on my hoes (we gon' fuck around)
I hear you nigga want that smoke (we gon' fuck around)
Married to the streets now we separated
I'm tryna move on but the bitch jealous
She always come around at the right time
She tell me she want me
She tell me she need me
How could I trust her? She did it all
I'm doin' my time, won't answer my call
I'm fuckin' with music she washin' my balls
Now letting me dream, whenever the calls
If it's pressure I'ma take it
They would never see me sweat
I'm 'bout paper, this a shake-up
And I'm steping on some next (yeah)
Call up on my hoes (we gon' fuck around)
I hear you nigga want that smoke (we gon' fuck around)
I get it for the low (we gon' fuck around)
Load up my banana (we gon' fuck around)
Deliver boxes like I'm Santa (we gon' fuck around)
Deliver boxes like I'm Santa (we gon' fuck around)
Call up on my hoes (we gon' fuck around)
I hear you nigga want that smoke (we gon' fuck around)
Call up on my hoes (we gon' fuck around)
I hear you nigga want that smoke (we gon' fuck around)
I get it for the low (we gon' fuck around)
Load up my banana (we gon' fuck around)
Deliver boxes like I'm Santa (we gon' fuck around)
Deliver boxes like I'm Santa (we gon' fuck around)
Call up on my hoes (we gon' fuck around)
I hear you nigga want that smoke (we gon' fuck around)
Oh my mama let a nigga try to run up
He gon' die
I hear rumors they don't move me
Keep it truly by my side
All these groupies wanna do me
'Cause I'm better than they guy
Strive to lock me up in clearco
But I told 'em bitches bye
Fuck these niggas I don't trust 'em
They won't look me in the eye
I've been waitin' for this moment
Now my timing has arrived
We've been building for a minute
So this vision I'ma pin in
My grindin' is relentless
I can't go back to the trenches
Call up on my hoes (we gon' fuck around)
I hear you nigga want that smoke (we gon' fuck around)
I get it for the low (we gon' fuck around)
Load up my banana (we gon' fuck around)
Deliver boxes like I'm Santa (we gon' fuck around)
Deliver boxes like I'm Santa (we gon' fuck around)
Call up on my hoes (we gon' fuck around)
I hear you nigga want that smoke (we gon' fuck around)
Married to the streets now we separated
I'm tryna move on but the bitch jealous
She always come around at the right time
She tell me she want me
She tell me she need me
How could I trust her? She did it all
I'm doin' my time, won't answer my call
I'm fuckin' with music she washin' my balls
Now letting me dream, whenever the calls
If it's pressure I'ma take it
They would never see me sweat
I'm 'bout paper, this a shake-up
And I'm steping on some next (yeah)
Call up on my hoes (we gon' fuck around)
I hear you nigga want that smoke (we gon' fuck around)
I get it for the low (we gon' fuck around)
Load up my banana (we gon' fuck around)
Deliver boxes like I'm Santa (we gon' fuck around)
Deliver boxes like I'm Santa (we gon' fuck around)
Call up on my hoes (we gon' fuck around)
I hear you nigga want that smoke (we gon' fuck around)
Credits
Writer(s): Chamar Jovon Goodwin
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