F.Y.T.B.
Nigga, I'm the realist
You know I gotta kill it
She twerkin' on my dick, but on the real, I'm tryna drill it
The hardest nigga rappin', I'm just tryna change the game
All these bitches really on me 'cause they hear about the fame
Had a shorty pull up and she bring some for the gang
Everybody getting pussy, everybody entertained
Fuckin' with them broke niggas
All my niggas tote figures
We ain't even stressing, throw it back, and you could roll with us
Like a Quarterback
Throw the ball, she one to catch
Says she want me goin' deep, I wanna see her throw it back
Money and those diamonds, only thing she spotting first
Sitting in a crowded gym, if shorty squat I'm spotting first
Tryna chase a bag, but the pussy in the way
I just wanna change the game, but these bitches in the way
I ain't tryna cuff you shorty, man, a nigga tryna slay
Ride that pussy like a wave, then I blow that back away
All you niggas tryna build
Shorty, I'm just tryna kill
Let me catch a body and I promise I could pay the bill
Every nigga in your DM on some weird shit
Tryna chase a stupid nigga that be on some weird shit
I know you bitches hear this
Nigga Brandon, fear this
Let me eat the cat and you could learn about what fear is
And I ain't talkin' 'bout some lame shit
Lame bitch, lane switch
All you bitches asking for the same shit (Gang)
Lately, I been thinking dark
Starting to think that I'm losing my heart
Fuck every faker tryna be apart
Wanted a shorty, she moved so bizarre
She really held on to our bad past
As if I ain't heal up and now I'm back
As in I'm ready for the better
Ready for whenever
Gonna leave her? Never
You cold, here's my sweater
Let me get back to the fake shit (Huh)
I think all my haters gon' hate this
Many doubting if I'll really make it
To my songs are where I'm gonna take this
Fuck everyone who with rumors and gossip
Ain't tryna be on that side of the topics
Now y'all got us niggas feeling toxic
I'ma still go hard with all my logic
So fuck all of the critics and comments
Y'all know where a nigga stay at
BX where I ride, West side
Bring your pride and I bet you'll decay fast
On my mama, nigga
Get beside yourself and here's a chopper, nigga
I ain't really with all of that drama
You fuck with my dogs, you gon' meet my llamas
Yo, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Fuck all y'all Saws, I really bring the horror out
Fuck what y'all talkin' 'bout
Fuck all y'all laws, I'm bringing all my orders out
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
You speak on the gang, that's my word you ain't walkin' out
Fuck all that "talk it out"
When in my zone I'm bringing all the chalkers out
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
You know I gotta kill it
She twerkin' on my dick, but on the real, I'm tryna drill it
The hardest nigga rappin', I'm just tryna change the game
All these bitches really on me 'cause they hear about the fame
Had a shorty pull up and she bring some for the gang
Everybody getting pussy, everybody entertained
Fuckin' with them broke niggas
All my niggas tote figures
We ain't even stressing, throw it back, and you could roll with us
Like a Quarterback
Throw the ball, she one to catch
Says she want me goin' deep, I wanna see her throw it back
Money and those diamonds, only thing she spotting first
Sitting in a crowded gym, if shorty squat I'm spotting first
Tryna chase a bag, but the pussy in the way
I just wanna change the game, but these bitches in the way
I ain't tryna cuff you shorty, man, a nigga tryna slay
Ride that pussy like a wave, then I blow that back away
All you niggas tryna build
Shorty, I'm just tryna kill
Let me catch a body and I promise I could pay the bill
Every nigga in your DM on some weird shit
Tryna chase a stupid nigga that be on some weird shit
I know you bitches hear this
Nigga Brandon, fear this
Let me eat the cat and you could learn about what fear is
And I ain't talkin' 'bout some lame shit
Lame bitch, lane switch
All you bitches asking for the same shit (Gang)
Lately, I been thinking dark
Starting to think that I'm losing my heart
Fuck every faker tryna be apart
Wanted a shorty, she moved so bizarre
She really held on to our bad past
As if I ain't heal up and now I'm back
As in I'm ready for the better
Ready for whenever
Gonna leave her? Never
You cold, here's my sweater
Let me get back to the fake shit (Huh)
I think all my haters gon' hate this
Many doubting if I'll really make it
To my songs are where I'm gonna take this
Fuck everyone who with rumors and gossip
Ain't tryna be on that side of the topics
Now y'all got us niggas feeling toxic
I'ma still go hard with all my logic
So fuck all of the critics and comments
Y'all know where a nigga stay at
BX where I ride, West side
Bring your pride and I bet you'll decay fast
On my mama, nigga
Get beside yourself and here's a chopper, nigga
I ain't really with all of that drama
You fuck with my dogs, you gon' meet my llamas
Yo, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Fuck all y'all Saws, I really bring the horror out
Fuck what y'all talkin' 'bout
Fuck all y'all laws, I'm bringing all my orders out
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
You speak on the gang, that's my word you ain't walkin' out
Fuck all that "talk it out"
When in my zone I'm bringing all the chalkers out
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Chamblee
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