f2g
(Hey)
Bitch
Uh, uh
Fucks to give, oh
Running out, running out, running out
Running out, running out, running out
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give, oh
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Uh
Pop my shit like a bad bitch (What?!)
I ain't gon' paint in they palette
Talk my shit from my palace (Yeah!)
Bet I'm gon get dramatic
That's just one of my habits (Bitch)
Assimilation, I ain't gon' have it
I'm being patient, so they can't crash it
How you hating and ain't really fucking with me? (Uh)
No shame, bitch I'm so into me
Out the box, in the frame, so they stuck here with me
Know I'ma retain what I need for the cheap
I'ma go insane if they touching the cheese
Joystick in my hand, bitch, I got the cheats
Dormant what I am when I ain't with the beat
I don't understand what be getting into me
I don't understand what be getting into me
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give, oh
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Um, Brother Veil
I looked everywhere, and unfortunateling
I couldn't find any fucks, man
Pop my shit, I'm a bad bitch
Come here, speak my language
Try me, see what happens
You know I ain't average
I been just fine without you (Uh)
You thought that I'd never break through baby
How much time did it take you, baby?
And you want me to repay you baby?
Found out karma's a bitch
And can't cover up with tattoos all the things you been through
Now you look like a trick
Got some lines that you could read through
But no fucks to give you
While you throwin' a fit
Got my hands on my hips
I ain't got the time to text you
While you throwin' a fit
Got my hands on my hips
I ain't got the time to
I've been runnin' out of
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give, oh
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
(Running out, running out)
Running outta fucks to give
Running out, running out, running out
Bitch
Uh, uh
Fucks to give, oh
Running out, running out, running out
Running out, running out, running out
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give, oh
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Uh
Pop my shit like a bad bitch (What?!)
I ain't gon' paint in they palette
Talk my shit from my palace (Yeah!)
Bet I'm gon get dramatic
That's just one of my habits (Bitch)
Assimilation, I ain't gon' have it
I'm being patient, so they can't crash it
How you hating and ain't really fucking with me? (Uh)
No shame, bitch I'm so into me
Out the box, in the frame, so they stuck here with me
Know I'ma retain what I need for the cheap
I'ma go insane if they touching the cheese
Joystick in my hand, bitch, I got the cheats
Dormant what I am when I ain't with the beat
I don't understand what be getting into me
I don't understand what be getting into me
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give, oh
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Um, Brother Veil
I looked everywhere, and unfortunateling
I couldn't find any fucks, man
Pop my shit, I'm a bad bitch
Come here, speak my language
Try me, see what happens
You know I ain't average
I been just fine without you (Uh)
You thought that I'd never break through baby
How much time did it take you, baby?
And you want me to repay you baby?
Found out karma's a bitch
And can't cover up with tattoos all the things you been through
Now you look like a trick
Got some lines that you could read through
But no fucks to give you
While you throwin' a fit
Got my hands on my hips
I ain't got the time to text you
While you throwin' a fit
Got my hands on my hips
I ain't got the time to
I've been runnin' out of
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give, oh
Running outta fucks to give
Tell me why I'm running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
Running outta fucks to give
(Running out, running out)
Running outta fucks to give
Running out, running out, running out
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Writer(s): Marcus Morton, Mekdelawit Fissehazion
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