F.W.U.
Bitch ass nigga
I have an uh
Informal announcement for you niggas
If it ain't got nothin' to do with my family
Or makin' this money
I ain't fuckin' with it you feel me?
That's how I was raised nigga
I don't fuck with you niggas at all
I don't give a fuck bout who you is
What you saw
What you did
Who you'll call
You'sa bitch
Fuck yo bitch
Fuck yo kids
Okay, nah
But forreal
I don't fuck with you
Niggas you knew that
They be like "who that?"
Two-strand, blue durag
I'm the new Hov
Billionaire status
I'm Him, who mad?
All of them talk about money (cap)
All of them pull up and stuntin' (cap)
All of them talk about business (mm)
All of them really is frontin'
Ughh
Fake chains, rental cars
Them women yo cousins and aunties
Real guns, but ain't real ones
Thinkin' they gang cause they aim and squeeze
Killin' yo own niggas
And do it for clout
Playin' make believe
Then the hood wanna complain
They be like "mane, fuck the law"
Cause he ain't free
Them niggas can't listen to me
I keep it blue hundred (at me nigga)
Put on a show
And you might u go Houdini
I don't know who done it
If I was crippin'
Then you wouldn't know
And that's on 4200 (Geneva)
Cause niggas be thinkin' they gangsta
They ain't
But they tryna prove somethin'
I ain't showin no love to you niggas
I don't fuck with you niggas at all
I don't give a fuck bout who you is
What you saw
What you did
Who you'll call
You'sa bitch
Fuck yo bitch
Fuck yo kids
Okay, nah
But forreal
I don't fuck with you at all
I have an uh
Informal announcement for you niggas
If it ain't got nothin' to do with my family
Or makin' this money
I ain't fuckin' with it you feel me?
That's how I was raised nigga
I don't fuck with you niggas at all
I don't give a fuck bout who you is
What you saw
What you did
Who you'll call
You'sa bitch
Fuck yo bitch
Fuck yo kids
Okay, nah
But forreal
I don't fuck with you
Niggas you knew that
They be like "who that?"
Two-strand, blue durag
I'm the new Hov
Billionaire status
I'm Him, who mad?
All of them talk about money (cap)
All of them pull up and stuntin' (cap)
All of them talk about business (mm)
All of them really is frontin'
Ughh
Fake chains, rental cars
Them women yo cousins and aunties
Real guns, but ain't real ones
Thinkin' they gang cause they aim and squeeze
Killin' yo own niggas
And do it for clout
Playin' make believe
Then the hood wanna complain
They be like "mane, fuck the law"
Cause he ain't free
Them niggas can't listen to me
I keep it blue hundred (at me nigga)
Put on a show
And you might u go Houdini
I don't know who done it
If I was crippin'
Then you wouldn't know
And that's on 4200 (Geneva)
Cause niggas be thinkin' they gangsta
They ain't
But they tryna prove somethin'
I ain't showin no love to you niggas
I don't fuck with you niggas at all
I don't give a fuck bout who you is
What you saw
What you did
Who you'll call
You'sa bitch
Fuck yo bitch
Fuck yo kids
Okay, nah
But forreal
I don't fuck with you at all
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Writer(s): Llouis Llouis, Garrett Moses
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