Fuck Around
Ima fuck around
Blow a stack in the casino
These hoes standing round
Ima fuck around
Get too drunk start running my mouth
You can't fuck with me now ay
Ima fuck around
This shit might be my job here soon
I might stay around
I don't wanna hear you talk you not really bout it
Ima fuck around kill all yalls shit then Catch bail bitch I'm outie
Drive around real slow in the Audi
Rerouting
If you shooting better hit
Blood in my spit
Fuck w the shits
Killin a snitch
Never trusting a bitch
Trigger finger itch
Sagging britches Sac religious
Smacking bitches burning bridges
Buzzing in my ear like a god damn gnat
Come test that
Always strapped
9 millimeter and a baseball bat
Okay
Ima fuck around
Blow a stack in the casino
These hoes standing round
Ima fuck around
Get too drunk start running my mouth
You can't fuck with me now ay
Ima fuck around
This shit might be my job here soon
I might stay around
Fuck do you want
I grab the pump
I bodied them, ay
Stomp on his head
Beat you to death
Bathe in the blood
You're not a blood
You better run
I am your death
Sever your head
Lay you to bed
Six feet, Ay
Whoo, Whoo, Whoo, Whoo, Whoo
Blow a stack in the casino
These hoes standing round
Ima fuck around
Get too drunk start running my mouth
You can't fuck with me now ay
Ima fuck around
This shit might be my job here soon
I might stay around
I don't wanna hear you talk you not really bout it
Ima fuck around kill all yalls shit then Catch bail bitch I'm outie
Drive around real slow in the Audi
Rerouting
If you shooting better hit
Blood in my spit
Fuck w the shits
Killin a snitch
Never trusting a bitch
Trigger finger itch
Sagging britches Sac religious
Smacking bitches burning bridges
Buzzing in my ear like a god damn gnat
Come test that
Always strapped
9 millimeter and a baseball bat
Okay
Ima fuck around
Blow a stack in the casino
These hoes standing round
Ima fuck around
Get too drunk start running my mouth
You can't fuck with me now ay
Ima fuck around
This shit might be my job here soon
I might stay around
Fuck do you want
I grab the pump
I bodied them, ay
Stomp on his head
Beat you to death
Bathe in the blood
You're not a blood
You better run
I am your death
Sever your head
Lay you to bed
Six feet, Ay
Whoo, Whoo, Whoo, Whoo, Whoo
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Writer(s): John Ware Iii
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