Fuck You

Bitch cut the on the light
Fuck nigga talkin shit
Pull up and shit and air it out
You suppose to be my man's
Pull with a stick imma hit this bitch
You came tryna press a Nigga not talkin bout shit
Cause I'm makin diss u bitch come at me imma slap yo bitch ass
Bitch fuck you
I'm a real nigga I fuck wit u got love for you but can't fuck wit you
That's some real shit shit happen real quick
Imma still hit yo shit
Aye aye aye
On my momma you finna die I been plottin all mornin' (yeah yeah)
Niggas ain't press fuck nigga imma end it here
Bitch Nigga thought I was finna end it here
Fuck no cut it back on
Aye Homie he a bitch fuck that nigga I'm on my shit
He not on shit back in the back of a maybach
Whip whip try to say we jump him nah that was my nigga not I
I don't lie fuck no he bout to die
He up in the sky
Fly high no lie
Thought you was my guy oh my fuck you
Bitch I don't fuck with you you fake
Bitch get the fuck out my phone



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Writer(s): Shamar Buchanan
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