F**k With You
Bitch you should know I don't fuck with you
I only kept your ass around for a nut or two
All these niggas fu, you a lame, you wish you was my boo
In ya feelings cuz I touched about a gut or two
Bitch you really thought I was stuck with you
Your ass is lucky I aint pass you to my fucking crew
I aint switch on you don't act like this is out the blue
You had a clue when I hit you would get the duce
Never with the norm doing my own thang
Yall be actin weird I went and got my own lane
We was cool you started acting like bird brain
You was good as a side never as a main
Now you see me on the move and you hear my name
You see the green you like my chain and you want the fame
I said I said i'm sorry for that I caused you pain
But you need to hear what I got to say
You hoes aint loyal
Yall want to be spoiled
They slick like oil
Shit loose top soil
Now you need to explain to me
I want more money
Bitch acting all funny
Dick deep in her tummy
Bitch you should know I don't fuck with you
I only kept your ass around for a nut or two
All these niggas fu, you a lame, you wish you was my boo
In ya feelings cause I touched about a gut or two
Bitch you really thought I was stuck with you
Your ass is lucky I aint pass you to my fucking crew
I aint switch on you don't like this is out the blue
You had a clue when I hit you would get the duce
We chilling in the party getting them bands
All in my face I thought you was with ya mans
Turn up lil bitch geeking off the xans
But she said she for the team so I understand
She said she for the team so I understand
She said she for the team so I understand
I was in the field pitching rock underhand
Ever since a youngin know I been the fuckin man
Now i'm running up these blue faces countin up these bands
Faces countin up these bands
My diamonds so cold look like a avalanche
We tote them AKs like a Pakistan
Never told the cops shit but my government
Im a lefty but I shoot em with the other hand
Ball so hard need a letter man
My money talk more than David Letterman
If you see me see we get them bands
My pocket of green full of dead presidents
Stain that lil boy make a mess of him
Run down on em bet he won't text again
And I prolly won't fuck with my ex again
That bitch had me doing crazy shit poppin X and meds
And when you do walk downs we don't shoot him in his leg
Aim the glock at his forehead take off his wig
Bitch you really thought I was stuck with you
Your ass is lucky I aint pass you to my fucking crew
I aint switch on you don't like this is out the blue
You had a clue when I hit you would get the duce
I only kept your ass around for a nut or two
All these niggas fu, you a lame, you wish you was my boo
In ya feelings cuz I touched about a gut or two
Bitch you really thought I was stuck with you
Your ass is lucky I aint pass you to my fucking crew
I aint switch on you don't act like this is out the blue
You had a clue when I hit you would get the duce
Never with the norm doing my own thang
Yall be actin weird I went and got my own lane
We was cool you started acting like bird brain
You was good as a side never as a main
Now you see me on the move and you hear my name
You see the green you like my chain and you want the fame
I said I said i'm sorry for that I caused you pain
But you need to hear what I got to say
You hoes aint loyal
Yall want to be spoiled
They slick like oil
Shit loose top soil
Now you need to explain to me
I want more money
Bitch acting all funny
Dick deep in her tummy
Bitch you should know I don't fuck with you
I only kept your ass around for a nut or two
All these niggas fu, you a lame, you wish you was my boo
In ya feelings cause I touched about a gut or two
Bitch you really thought I was stuck with you
Your ass is lucky I aint pass you to my fucking crew
I aint switch on you don't like this is out the blue
You had a clue when I hit you would get the duce
We chilling in the party getting them bands
All in my face I thought you was with ya mans
Turn up lil bitch geeking off the xans
But she said she for the team so I understand
She said she for the team so I understand
She said she for the team so I understand
I was in the field pitching rock underhand
Ever since a youngin know I been the fuckin man
Now i'm running up these blue faces countin up these bands
Faces countin up these bands
My diamonds so cold look like a avalanche
We tote them AKs like a Pakistan
Never told the cops shit but my government
Im a lefty but I shoot em with the other hand
Ball so hard need a letter man
My money talk more than David Letterman
If you see me see we get them bands
My pocket of green full of dead presidents
Stain that lil boy make a mess of him
Run down on em bet he won't text again
And I prolly won't fuck with my ex again
That bitch had me doing crazy shit poppin X and meds
And when you do walk downs we don't shoot him in his leg
Aim the glock at his forehead take off his wig
Bitch you really thought I was stuck with you
Your ass is lucky I aint pass you to my fucking crew
I aint switch on you don't like this is out the blue
You had a clue when I hit you would get the duce
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Writer(s): Tiyree Cooper
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