For Fun

Ay
Falling for my old ways
Man, I miss the old days
I don't do no old hoes
They just for the whole gang
All my lotties go both ways
She suck it, I'm twisting my toes ay
You fuck with the gang we go ape
Flock at that body we don't play

Ay don't talk to me when I stunt ay (Fflrrt)
Im on the grind like trucks (Ya dig, fflrrt)
They just gon hate when you up (Yea, fflrrt)
They vexed, they giving a fuck (Yea, fflrrt)
You chat too much shut the fuck up (Fflrrt)
He capped now he in the trunk (Trunk, fflrrt)
You yap, nigga you done (Ya done, fflrrt)
He tight, and he out of luck (Yea fflrrt)
I don't rap, nigga I talk (That's right, fflrrt)
Hop on the mic and muhfuckin dump (That's right, fflrrt)
Rolling that pack (That's right, fflrrt)
Smoking that skunk (That's right, fflrrt)
Need all that smoke tryna fuck up my lungs (Fflrrt)
Man, look at that boy he broke what the fuck (Fflrrt)
We don play his songs cause that nigga suck (Fflrrt)
I don't go to war with ya'll niggas ya'll scrubs (Fflrrt)
Only fuck with the Bellas, never the bugs (Fflrrt)
She staring me down, she falling in love (Fflrrt)
I just wanna chill but she wanna fuck (Fflrrt)
Pull out the blick, now it's up ay (Ay, uh, fflrrt)
I fuck your bitch for fun (That's right, fflrrt)
She bussed and I ain't even cum (That's right, fflrrt)
Would of thought that bitch was a nun (That's right, fflrrt)
She be spinning the block like its nun (Jump, fflrrt, go)
I ain't worried bout your block cause we spun (Uh, yeah)
I ain't worried bout an opp cause they buns (Uh, lets go)
We don't have to rob none of you niggas (Uh)
We be doing the shit for the funs (Uh, jump, damn)
Bitch I'm forcing my hand fuck a gun (Uh)
Man I'm walking this shit fuck a run (Uh)
Bitch I'm flossing this shit fuck a stunt (Uh)
Jackie Chan wit the kick its a punt (Wuhtah)
Whats that smell (Go)
I think it's Runtz (Uh)
Whats that noise (Uh)
I think its grunts (Uh, uh, uh, uh,)
Skirt, swerve out the lot, Psh, psh, psh
The bank got punched (Ha)
Catch me on bully we taking your lunch (Taking it)
Pockets full call it Brady like bunch (Yuh)
Put Chrome Hearts on my Bella, Sturt (Strut)
And when she strut, she be looking up (Yeah)
Up up up up-ity up (Up, up)
Up up you look up and we stuck (Up)
Only looking down when I'm digging her guts
If I'm looking down then I'm giving a fuck
Shawty love her a stepper, uh
I just tell her how I tell her, ay
Might turn her into a Bella, ella
Need me an umbrella, ay (Ella, ella)
Splash, Fillay (Splash)
Splash like I'm Curry but I don't lay
Get that shit out of my face (Outta my face)
I feel like I'm Iverson with the fade
Like I do not practice, I play (I don't practice, I play)
I came out side to play
Im stepping everyday, bih
Stepping everyday, I'm stepping everyday
Hold up, what, step what
Hold up, what, step what
Hold up, what, step what
Hold up, what, step what (Go)
Hold up, what, step what
Hold up, what, step what
Hold up



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Anis
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