Fcktht

FUCK THAT
Niggas finna buck back
Designer on my nut sack
Get money just to smoke pack

Nigga you should know that
We don't fucking hold back
Lame ass just too old school
Ima shoot the whole class

Pull up with that full clip
Ain't fucking with the bullshit
Ain't fucking with my crew bitch
I'm tryna' kiss her two lips (Tulips)

She say she hate it when I get like this
And we ain't jump your boyfriend
Cause my niggas never hit no bitch
High off a prescription, hittin' licks and shit
Skulls all on my wrist lil bitch
Blowing like she's whistling
I get it then I flip the brick
No kidding Ima flip the script
Rollin' Finna crash the whip
Hit and then I pass the bitch
I know I'm finna cash again

New nigga on the block
Understand when I talk
Mixin' hip hop with the rock
Johnny Cash with the glock
Can't pronounce what I rock
Spent a rack on my socks

I like my girls in all black with Docs
Wearing Hermes but she goth
Saint Laurent with the Casio watch
I'm layin' low but it cost me a lot



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Writer(s): Devin Williams
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