Fuck Nigga

I said

You a fuck nigga

You a-You a fuck nigga

You a fuck nigga

You a-You a fuck nigga

You a fuck nigga

You a-You a fuck nigga

You a fuck nigga

You a-You a fuck nigga

(I said)

Heard you were snitchin'

I can't fuck wit'cha

Just bought a FM for a fuck nigga

I just bought that new for you fuck niggas

I just seen your main bitch, I might fuck with her

You ain't keep it real when your partner went to jail

Took the charge for you, you ain't even post his bail

I was in the 9th grade in Clay Co. busting bail

R.I.P. To Travis Scott, D. Marksand fish scale

I don't fuck with rappers

I don't want no features

I don't do no swap-outs

You ain't living what you rap 'bout

Rap gang with me, so you know them racks out

And you know them sticks out, I call Bruceto blow your brains out

(I said)

Young, rich nigga, I me

Southside living that Make to that homie Flocka

Told clean up the street

Even though we riding too deep

Got 60 niggas under the seat

And another 100 on the back seat

You niggas really don't want beef

Got 30 of the blue tip

30 of the red tip

Got 4 pistols posted on my hip

Greco, nino, I do not slip

Hit 'em with the chopper make her do a whole front flip

Say Drecco be on the whole fuck shit

split, now I got a whole brick

Back in the trap still selling these nicks

Damn I’m special, I still on a nigga dick

(I said)

You a fuck nigga

I don't fuck wit'cha

I don't trust nigga

Run up out, bust niggas

You a lame, I don't fuck wit'cha

You ain't heard that

Hit them with that 40 pussy nigga bet you heard that

Bitch where them birds at I'm cooking dope

I feel like Richard Porter, rich off selling, cooking dope

We got that Perc we got that Xanax we got-gotta smoke

we rolling off that molly, let's turn up some more

Everyday I roll that reefer

I feel like Wiz Khalifa

I got a foreign barbie with me, got some things to teach her

I got her singing like a choir, I feel like a preacher

No I don't fuck with lame niggas so don't ask for features

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