Femboy

I'm a black top nigga
Concrete nigga
A head cheerleader getter

It don't sound like that
Daissin and low blowing
Is cheering for me

They made a game outta you
Now she laughing at you
But I'm not trying
To bring taffy back
Silly Willy Femboy

Femboy
She's selling you gossip
But you can't sell it
Unless you working with
TMZ or something
They finding partial
Fingerprints on bullets
So I'm not wasting no bullets
You don't deserve a bullet boy

You ain't worth the bullet boy
A bullet cost more than what you worth boy
Whole lot of boys
Won't make you a man
Up against my style
It's like getting your childhood back
You want your childhood back boy
Femboy

Get top and bottom from a broad
If you can't get no cash
Take pictures and video
And tell um it's for the memory

I bet you can sell that
Because your style creates pervert
Not talking about
In the Catholic zone
Talking about in this zone
Ignorant, arrogant you call thug
But enough of that
I came out the house shoes
You call flip flops
Bag it up fat sell it for ten
Now ask who got five on it
Shake a freeloader
Because a freeloader
Gon have them flip flops
Called slippers
Get caught slipping
Get caught get caught

Wearing two pairs of socks
Will help you hold your grounds
I'm a black top nigga
Concrete nigga
A head cheerleader getter
It don't sound like that
Daissin and low blowing
Is cheering for me
You must be stupid huh
Smiling in my face
Like you cheering for me

That cash you holding for that broad
That bag you chasing for that broad
Is worth the bullet
They could lie and say
They found a partial fingerprint on it
Because they know who did it
Finger to the temple
The hammer a cocked
And the finger is on the trigger
If you not straight
I don't see
How you a real real
So she throwing it back
For a fake fake
Want you throw it back for a real real

If you getting money
Then money not the issue
What's important is the way you get it

Want you test me
Throw something at me

See if I can get back with something
Flip money
Yeah we still yelling
Get money Flip money

Flip money
Throw it back for a real real
Throw it back for a real real

I pull up like this

I pull off like that
Like that I pull off

I pull up like this

Pulling up with my sound
Clint-Love
I'll be around
Femboy
I'll be around

Burning gloves
Don't shorten my grams
It's cold weather out here for a hater

Throw something at me
Front me
Don't shorten my grams
It's cold weather out here for a hater

Want you throw it back for a real reel
If you getting money then money not the issue
What's important is the way you get it
Want you test me throw something at me
See if I can get back with something

Flip money
Yeah we still yelling
Get money flip money
Flip money throw it back for a real real
Throw it back for a real real
I pull up like this
I pull off like that
Like that I pull off
I pull up like this
Pulling up with my sound
I'll be around
Femboy I'll be around

Femboy boy
Femboy boy



Credits
Writer(s): Albert Simms
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