FTS
(Aye, aye, aye!)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah) Uh (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah) Uh (Yeah)
Brand new Glock on me
Don't make me up it yeah (aye)
Jump up in this bitch
But it ain't double dutch (yeah)
Find a hater
Now it's time to fuck him up
Shawty bout as thick
As what my bro poured in that double cup
SXSW we at the club
But ain't get patted down
No I'm not a clown
But I got a Mac and Quarter Pound
If I slide that fire to Paceo
Know he gon' hold it down
You know I never gave a fuck
But this clip came with 30 rounds
Yeah they overcharging for exotic garments
But I pay the price
The only time I see these niggas snapping
When they rolling dice
These boys scary
As the Poltergeist
Cause them niggas
Know I'm nice
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit (Fuck)
Now you done heard it twice
(Fuck that shit yeah, fuck that shit yeah, fuck that shit yeah, fuck that shit yeah)
Brodie in the trap though
Buddy hit the back door
Boy I know you scary tell me
What you got that strap for?
You ain't finna up that
Bust and don't get bust at
Smoking on this White Runtz
Rolling like a rugrat
(Fuck that)
Yeah my pride? Boy
You ain't above that
Glizzy give you justice
But you can't adjust that
If you try to jugg this
I'mma leave a suspect
(If you try to jugg this, i'mma leave a suspect)
I'm all about
my motherfucking money
But I ain't
A dummy
Now they actin' funny
100 round drum (Yeah)
I'm somewhere
Where it's sunny
And them niggas gunning
You can hear it drumming
Like a rum pum pum pum
(Yeah)
Some can't face the facts
That they ain't made for this
They wanna see me lose so
I know I got them hating this
Yeah I'm right back in my groove
No more asking so I'm taking shit
Nigga you be faking shit
Just don't let the world find out
(Yeah)
(Fuck)
(Fuck that shit)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah) Uh (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah) Uh (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah) Uh (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah) Uh (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah) Uh (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah) Uh (Yeah)
Brand new Glock on me
Don't make me up it yeah (aye)
Jump up in this bitch
But it ain't double dutch (yeah)
Find a hater
Now it's time to fuck him up
Shawty bout as thick
As what my bro poured in that double cup
SXSW we at the club
But ain't get patted down
No I'm not a clown
But I got a Mac and Quarter Pound
If I slide that fire to Paceo
Know he gon' hold it down
You know I never gave a fuck
But this clip came with 30 rounds
Yeah they overcharging for exotic garments
But I pay the price
The only time I see these niggas snapping
When they rolling dice
These boys scary
As the Poltergeist
Cause them niggas
Know I'm nice
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit (Fuck)
Now you done heard it twice
(Fuck that shit yeah, fuck that shit yeah, fuck that shit yeah, fuck that shit yeah)
Brodie in the trap though
Buddy hit the back door
Boy I know you scary tell me
What you got that strap for?
You ain't finna up that
Bust and don't get bust at
Smoking on this White Runtz
Rolling like a rugrat
(Fuck that)
Yeah my pride? Boy
You ain't above that
Glizzy give you justice
But you can't adjust that
If you try to jugg this
I'mma leave a suspect
(If you try to jugg this, i'mma leave a suspect)
I'm all about
my motherfucking money
But I ain't
A dummy
Now they actin' funny
100 round drum (Yeah)
I'm somewhere
Where it's sunny
And them niggas gunning
You can hear it drumming
Like a rum pum pum pum
(Yeah)
Some can't face the facts
That they ain't made for this
They wanna see me lose so
I know I got them hating this
Yeah I'm right back in my groove
No more asking so I'm taking shit
Nigga you be faking shit
Just don't let the world find out
(Yeah)
(Fuck)
(Fuck that shit)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah) Uh (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah) Uh (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah) Uh (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Fuck that shit (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah) Uh (Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Raines Jr
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