F**k Around and Find Out
Big Cheddar
Who's Better?
Sharp like the storms
Static like the weather
Weights on the arms
The shot of a Vendetta
Stoppin' that alarm
And I'm countin' all together
The definition of a shot caller
Most of y'all niggas light weight I'm taller
I don't need a grip a full clip to chop business
Cut up in more ways and I ain't talking fitness
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
I B! You know me
The Print set the tone
That match the piece
I'm in a no limit zone
Load the Master P
Flown through in a drone
In something you cant see
All the way from the hood
To the neck of the woods
Dad did what he could
Lifting lawns and hoods
All the way from the hood
And hittin' a few juugs
To living how I never ever
Thought we could
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
Who's Better?
Sharp like the storms
Static like the weather
Weights on the arms
The shot of a Vendetta
Stoppin' that alarm
And I'm countin' all together
The definition of a shot caller
Most of y'all niggas light weight I'm taller
I don't need a grip a full clip to chop business
Cut up in more ways and I ain't talking fitness
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
I B! You know me
The Print set the tone
That match the piece
I'm in a no limit zone
Load the Master P
Flown through in a drone
In something you cant see
All the way from the hood
To the neck of the woods
Dad did what he could
Lifting lawns and hoods
All the way from the hood
And hittin' a few juugs
To living how I never ever
Thought we could
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
So fuck around and find out
Yeah, c'mon
And fuck around and find out
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Writer(s): Brooklyn Dimas
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