F**k Shit

Came to put it down
And I doubled down
I don't really fuck around with the dumb shit aye
Nigga act of tough what of it?
Uh
They ain't really down wit the fuck shit aye
I got 9 to 5
Just to get high
In my suit in public sheesh
Never seen god or justice uh
Baby ain't fine unless she suck dick aye
Motherfuck the cops
AIDS and the ops
Till day my heart stop
I'm with the fuck shit
Whoa
Baby get low
Meet you on the floor
You know a nigga down with fuck shit

Unknowns looking for the substance
I'm change the subject
Cool on the fuck shit
Fire flame
Feel like Eddie Kane in the function
Out the frame know these niggas came with the fuck shit
Yea
Blue faces
Ben suffocating
Dedication
Shout to Wayne
Something auto too
That was peace to Pain
Let's get it straight imma
Imma Need my piece in cash no to lease to pay
Nintendo made
Niggas never play wit Wii
Ah so them say
Push the foreign engine fuck them niggas I got motor rage
Gone in sixty seconds
Feel like you know it no need to say
Winnin split decisions ain't my lane but I'll be Johnny cage
You say you bang
But when you say your side it just don't hit the same



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Writer(s): Matthew Brown
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