who yu been f&#$&+? Lyrics

Go on the side, tryna be in

I'ma just be how we been, gonna get down

Down, down, look

I'll be you having your fun

Not a little mellow, I'm closing my distance

Knowing I'm having the work

Just like a chef, y'all, I'm all in the kitchen

Ain't from the brick, but I'm still in the shape

I got 14 racks like pickings

Come here, don't fuck with the kids

Niggas line up, I got a bonus here to pick with

Yeah, I be just walking my cup

Give me a Sprite and you know I'ma mix it

Yeah, what you doing right now

Yellow and mellow, he been winning, did it

I'ma just chase for a check

Once that I get it, you know you can't get it

That shit was doing to lose it

Now this here, I'm doing to win it

Ain't doing no fixing for clothes

Niggas get on, yeah, you know it's no ditty

Choppers gon' make the world bounce

All on his body, I'm going into gritty

You know I'm 28, shit

I need my rack, I need more than a 50

Copping the coupe and revising and shit

I got the bottle, get litty

Big-ass lil' girl call her Tiffany, bitch

Just cause the gun got a titty

You know I'm fucking with you

You let me know who the fuck I ain't fuck with

Have you been out with the dudes

You let me know if your ass been fucking

Last year, these bitches were laughing at me

This year, these hoes ain't nothing

Got me a rubber band, stack it with money on

You know that bitch be bussing

Baby, we ain't talking a minute

You let me know if your ass been fucking

I feel like Michael when I'm all in the air

I got the whole house jumping

Pity hoe laughing at me

Look at me now, yeah, I came up from nothing

24-hour on the shot

Wait till I get low, mellow, he clutching it

You know Lil' Draco just hop on the beat

Hit the snap, it ain't going for nothing

Big-ass Noah, lil' Bella, he SB

Right here beside me, he bussing

I'm like lil' mama, you mad

Your best friend the baddest, she heard I be fucking

I'm from Tampa, so you know how it get

In this bitch, everybody get bussing

Hold on, I think I found a new flow

Me and Bella, smoking gas up in this bitch

Come here to Pluto

Two bands heasing in this bitch

Know how it get, we fucking duos

He said he got me a fake

Your hoe on the phone and she want to fuck

So I gotta make that reality

So I sure did, went to her crib

Now lil' bro found out he mad at me

Ayy, and that pussy was good

I'm trying to hit that hoe again

I might just spin the block and run it back

He saw us swishing that gin

And he took off like a Jamaican running track

Yeah, y'all niggas grind me

Y'all some snakes, I'll rob out your red cup

So look, yeah, you mister put that shit on reverse

And take it off, nigga, that's fake polo assassin

Hit that bitch from the back

We trying to be quiet, but that shit is clapping

Down, down, down, look