Fukem ft. Chubeats Lyrics

So what we doing for the hook?

I'mma just do the lead parts

Okay okay

And what part do I do?

You fill it in with,

You know, with the Fukem

With the Fukem

Oh, I love to Fukem

Take that, take that

I got a hard time fitting in with them

Nowadays rappers like sitting in prison

The new definition of spit what you livin'

Is killing each other over songs you've written

Wow that's gangster, grab that phone

Post to the gram, how you pissin' on a gravestone

You outside?

Well, I guess you should have stayed home

Life ain't a GTA game bro (you aint know)

But I don't wanna hate no youngin getting cash (nah)

I just wanna fuck yo' mama in the ass (yeah)

You wouldn't understand, it's a grown-up thing (sit down)

Before you go to bed, do your homework, king

Biology class, there's a perfect reason

Why mom's bed keeps squeakin' (we in)

The middle of somethin

So don't come knockin'

Snoop raised us these hoes (don't love them)

Loose off the Gin and juice, looks like they lit a fuse (oops)

Little dudes, big woofs turn to lickin' wounds (swift)

When we stick and move, (shit) you get split in two (bits)

That I dip into juice from a liver stew

Skits is cruel, this is true, sniffing glue

In a pool with a few Miller brews

Skipping through your tape after hearing 2 seconds of the intro

Dante's Inferno next stop limbo

This is not a song for the radio

This is not another lil baby flow

Why the game gotta be so shady bro

I love this rap shit but they hate me tho

So I say

Fukem fukem

I do me you do you

Fukem fukem

Step aside coming through

Fukem Fukem

Beat em down pick a few

Fukem Fukem

D O D we the truth

Smite niggaz like the prey predator

Man, I ain't regular, like a space nebula

Don't get on my case, they call me face editor

Jayreap I basically hate everyone

From here to babylon

I've been putting my rebels on

Never trust the government to say they never wrong

Matter of fact, I never trust anyone

And i put curses on niggas like Paimont

Megazord metaphors cut em up to the chorus

Blunt force no remorse you get dumped in the forest

Chuck em just like Norris

Keep yo fingers off my porridge

Niggas wanna feel my force

Crush em like Tyrannosaurus

My feet smelly but the beat mad heavy

And I keep it old school while rocking the Pelle Pelle

It dont matter what people say, what they do

Niggaz know, D O D we the thruth

This is not a song for the radio