MR.FB Lyrics

I can tell how you niggas rappin' that you ain't havin' bad

12 hunnid for these shoes and I don't even wear em

Come get yo bitch we in the club and she keep starin'

She keep tuggin' on my jacket boy she tryna leave with me

Take her home, beat the cat up, make a D.I.E

If you put me in that room my guarantee I ain't gon' fold

Feds tryna search me, I ain't trippin' bro cause it's gone (dumbass)

In other words, it got sold

They ain't got no evidence so nigga I'm goin' home

Boy you's a lame, you be out here sellin' shake

This ain't GameStop, lil' nigga ain't finna play

Ayy, shoutout lil' bro, he safe, solid on that case

I know a nigga on IG who be claimin' he out the way (he a ham)

He ain't livin' what he say

It's just me, myself, and I, and I still set to play

He was fucked up sellin' yellow bags like his lays

If I tell ant to send me pay, he send it right away

Ayy, I can show you how to hit

I can show you how to make a twenty ball off of this

I can show you how to trick

I can show you how to turn half a gram to a brick

I can show you how to scam

I can teach you how to make a whole livin' off these hams

Twelve hunnid forty shoes and I don't even wear em

Come get your bitch we in the club and she keep starin'

She keep tuggin' on my jacket but she tryna leave with me

Take her home, beat the cat up, make a D.I.E

Ayy, put me in that room, my guarantee I ain't gon' fold

Feds tryna search me, bro I ain't trippin' cause it's gone

Dumbass, already got that shit sold

They ain't got no evidence so boy I'm goin' home

If I ain't backin' up the yay then I'm playin' with the poles

Like a badass kid I was playin' with the hoes (hose)

I can tell a fein from anywhere he playin' with his nose

Like a badass pitcher I be sendin' niggas home