FYM Lyrics

Baby got back and she toppin' me off

She don't talk to me to top it all off

I smoked the gas so I'm lookin' so lost

I paid the cost just to be out the boss

Talk out your mouth, now we gonna pop off

Poppin' these beans and I drink alcohol

chasin your dreams and you just gonna fall

Livin' my dreams so I don't dream at all

Talk about me, nah, fuck it, we ball

Don't need me, I just got the call

Paul Blart, how you back in the mall

Short niggas, how you talkin' so tall

Poppin' out autumn sticks in the fall

Talkin' down and we ridin' in all

Dumb it down, bitch, suck on my balls

Baby, come here, drop down your drawers

Catchin' bags, how I get in this far

I just know niggas all gonna fall

Take your spot, niggas, you ain't gon' talk

jeten out, how I been so far

I just say these niggas don't know why

I got the bags and I'm on my

Right on my side and I'm tall, my

They don't know what I be on

Baby, she see me back up in the morn

Sleepin' all night, catchin' Zs while she snorin

Think about me, how you see me the moor

Niggas, they talkin', they backin', they pourin

Up off the back on the foreign

I don't know, say what you want

Niggas, them see them c notes, scenes in the front

I just see that shit, I pull out her frontal

They don't know what it, I want to

I just got me a little gun

Semi-automatic, poppin' the funk

Baby, see me and she just want some fun

I don't know what is my time

Run in the back with my guys

Feezy, we back and we lit, we ignite

Big on my bag and we ride out tonight

I just been out, I been rotten

With my mans and we be plottin

Niggas, they say it's so fun

I'ma just run up and we just be done