F.H.I.T.O.

OK, I woke up this morning and my breakfast was a blunt
I looked up in the mirror, like tonight I'm gonna try out
See, I got court tommorow, but be damn if I show up
I walk up in the club, hell a way, I don't get no fuck
Say hoe, she's showing bootie hoe
And she's popping molly like is birth control
Dick bitch know, caught baby girl inside
Say you're down to fuck, and I'll pick you up like Henna pot
Of gallon I'm going hard, got the drink up in my cup
I gotta rock it of in my pants
You play with me, you won't see them all!
LV, hold up my breeches
Bitch nigga, what you know about?
On probation getting high, fuck head turn out!
We living for the day, and we're about tomorrow
A lot of bitches, a lot problems, no more Keisha and the model
Fuck, head turn out, fuck it!
Fuck, head turn out, fuck it!
Bitch, take out your clothes, I'mma roll this dough
Special in the weed, I might not make it home
Fuck, head turn out, fuck it!
Fuck, head turn out, fuck it!
They never get exposed, these guys are planning what they know
The white girl go crazy, I like playing in the snow!
Bitch know it's too cold, I get drunk around two hoes
My baby momma she calling me
Can't answer that, fuck no!
Yes! I am the best! And she pop... like a paternity test
I do this for fun, she wants to get me some
Cause she like my music bumping like guns!
Or I felt we're too legit, every night we do the shit
Your house nigga, caught it out
I... and I buff it out
Two head shots for next day
Roll the blunt, start. the grave
Your live live like...
What that mean, sex tape?
We living for the day, and we're about tomorrow
A lot of bitches, a lot problems, no more Keisha and the model
Fuck, head turn out, fuck it!
Fuck, head turn out, fuck it!
Bitch, take out your clothes, I'mma roll this dough
Special in the weed, I might not make it home
Fuck, head turn out, fuck it!



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Writer(s): Bradley Brandon, Jade Harris
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