FYB To TYB ft. 4ZAYCUZ Lyrics

Look bitch you ain't never had no real men

How the fuck you tryna tell me what being a men is

Look nigga you ain't ever had yo own bands

How the fuck you gone try to tell me what a roll is

Bro deaf but he a show you where the jam live

Trunk got the slam pots and pans doing my dance with em

Brodie said he got some work and brought a slab in

V-Lone with the white lows this a light fit

Hammer in my hand fuck the wall I'm kneeling his broad

Business Man, bitch I ain't no worker I been my own boss

I got business on the floor I'm handle it all

Once the load touchdown know we getting it off

Give me the dog like baseball and I'm pitching it off

I shoot at you but he got caught caught him Randy Moss

40 like a pitbull it's biting his jaw once the teeth sink in it's ripping it off

Stacked up on the tools like Bob The Builder

Body Builder kept his body built Till the shootie hit him

He was talking crazy we had to get him

Young Ruthless Nigga

Know I'm with it send him to the spital

Found a bitch with good L's made her get a rental

Bitch I don't pop Percs you gone put em in you

Tied in in different states I know where to send her

Bitch I'm wearing balmains this expensive denim

You want to Fuck Liqq go and fuck my cousin

You want to fuck zay go and fuck my brother

I'm with DeeKay and we was taught to hustle

I'm with unknown and he'll bust ya bubble

I'm a still get this cake bitch and watch it bake

I'm a still get this bag bitch and make it shake

I seen my dog break the dog with a razor blade

I still keep it in my socks call it ankle weights