F**k It Pt. 2

Im Like Fuck It Though It's Gwaup
Bitch Gotta Put Some Money Up

Don't You Ask No Questions Bro
You Should Already Know Wassup

Ima Big Dwag I Hang With Killers Nigga
Don't Hang With Pups

I Can Pour A Line Up I Just Like That
Purp Right In My Cup

I've Been Dropping So Much Albums
Might Just Drop A Damn Deluxe

New York Nigga I've Been Going Hard
Nigga I Don't Give No Fucks

Get On The Gram Started Fucking Hoes
Them Bitches Just Some Sluts

I Don't Even Call Them Bitches Sluts
I Call Them Bitches Damn Smuts

She Think Ima Trick Though I Fucked
Around And Ordered Pizza Hut

Im Back Outside Though Im Making
Money I Gotta Slide Though

Bro Just Gotta Case He Gotta Go
The Court Right For His Warrant

Put That Bond Money Up For His Bail
That Shit Important

We Can't Fuck With Rats We Cannot
Stand Them Niggas They Informants

We The Type Up The Score Quick
We Just Start Scoring

Don't Promote Peace We Don't Give
No Fucks We Ignoring

We The Type To Lamp On Blocks
Yea That Shit Really Get Boring

Breakfast Time We Gotta Catch Them In
The Morning Legshots

Now They Dancing And Performing If
We Do That We Let Em Know

That Shit A Warning Could've Kept
It P Now We On Some Shit

We Extorting We Can't Tolerate That
Fuck Shit Ain't No Shit To Be Rewarding

Watch These Bullets Though That Shit
Going Hit The Top Yea They Just Swarming

All Them Bullets Hit That Chest Nigga Yea
That Shit Just Start Forming

Yea That Get Back Really Come With Time
Thats What Im Supporting



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Writer(s): Traven Tyrell Bryant
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