FUCK YO PHiLOSOPHY ft. 238HACHIMAN & KiD KAMi Lyrics

Real-deal stepper, come up out the cut

Yea lil brodie dodge smoke, boy we buckin or what

I got em stuttering, stumbling, fumbling, over his words cuddy there ain't no if, ands, or buts

Yeah bitch

Further the faction, it's fuck your philosophy

Boy you ain't bout it, fuck allat dishonesty

Your death is definite, there ain't no probably

Foot on their necks and it's fuck your apology

I keep on moving I'm never gon rest bitch

I just sold fentanyl percs to a sped kid

Stay with the poles like a fucking election

Call me a tutor how I'm finna test him

Pull it with no hesitation

Rocks on my neck, all the diamonds caucasian

Fuck that bitch once ain't even know what her name is

Then I'm gon give her the kick like I'm sheamus

My fabric designer who the fuck gon tussle

This chopper here lift, I let it burn like Usher

Got two twin glock, they never separated I guess you say they in love with each other

Did all this shit on my own need no manager

Got VS-one diamonds they colder than canada

Walk in and the ice on my neck change the temperature

Oh that's yo bitch? sorry brodie I handled her

Strangle her

Beat on that pussy lil bitch ima damage yuh

She do what I say like I'm mothafuckin manager

Me and kami gonna step on the scene its a mothafuckin massacre

What the fuck is blud waffling bout

I don't talk on twitter I just shoot unannounced

We came strapped we not playing around

Yea this choppa finna make a hell of a sound

My niggas dogs in the pound

Try to run up and you lost and not found

Gun make yo body hit the mothafuckin ground

And vooted inbound to your town

I pull up at night like a fucking hellhound

I skin his mothafuckin face off

Decapitate that nigga wita chainsaw

I am a mothafuckin outlaw

And ill kick that nigga he get lockjaw

Bitch I'm incredible

Making her scream lika festival

Money on decimal

Money get flexible

Yes it get stretchable

He acting skeptical

Aim with the reticle

Turn that lil boy to a vegetable

Make em forgettable

He need a medical

Soul is no longer accessible

I done came in this bitch to go murder

I fuck on his bitch then I dip ima dirt her

He act like a bitch cause he know ima hurt her

I'm talking about him cause he pussy indeed

I'm never alone all my niggas in 3's

I keep a gun on my dash

If he want the smoke thats his ass

When I'm grabbing his face ima smash

Oh she want a pretty little mister

Blade in her man he got stabbed like a splinter

Trying to prevent a

Mothafuckung end yuh

Real-deal stepper, come up out the cut

Yea lil brodie dodge smoke, boy we buckin or what

I got em stuttering, stumbling, fumbling, over his words cuddy there ain't no if, ands, or buts

Yeah bitch

Further the faction, it's fuck your philosophy

Boy you ain't bout it, fuck allat dishonesty

Your death is definite, there ain't no probably

Foot on their necks and it's fuck your apology

Up that stick

I'mma up that bitch

I'mma pull with the gang, we gon' fuck that bitch

It's a gangbang hoe we gon' run this shtick

If you fucking wit' us then you gon' die quick

It's over, I got the sun in my hand

And I blow it right over

Hellstorm 'n' tornadoes break his composure

Yo' buddy is dead thought I'd give you some closure

He mediocore

Schrondinger model, I'm dead and alive

A hypothetical but look in my eye

You'd fuck with a god but you don't wanna die

I know that he cry, he ain't tough he lie

He ride with the set but he ain't wit the way

He just like a surfer, the beach, the wave

Rapping the words that he get told to say

Ye' ain't mean this shit, so just walk away

Hunnid drums mean a hunnid rounds

Times a hunnid thou

In the backseat

Like I'm Xvooted I fuck in the backseat

Red dot, his face, look like it's acne

Like he an Indian

He getting sent to Samadhi

I ride wit' my blood don't just ride

Wit' nobody

I Need some help cus I'm rowdy

I'm descending to hell cus I'm God, I embody

Real-deal stepper, come up out the cut

Yea lil brodie dodge smoke, boy we buckin or what

I got em stuttering, stumbling, fumbling, over his words cuddy there ain't no if, ands, or buts

Yeah bitch

Further the faction, it's fuck your philosophy

Boy you ain't bout it, fuck allat dishonesty

Your death is definite, there ain't no probably

Foot on their necks and it's fuck your apology