Fuck Tomorrow ft. Cloutboy Aj Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, look at this, man

Ayy, we back, Clout, check , check aye

Lil C talk to em nigga

Cloutboyyyyyyyyy

We're not playin' no fuckin' game

Bro, come on, bro

She really my type, ima take some shots with her

Nice body, she been workin' on her shape, it's start to show

She scared of guns, but I'ma show her how to let that fucker go

Free Drip, I say it in every song just bring my brother home

Tryna get rich, today I say fuck tomorrow

Real turnt, nigga, I'm big dog

From Lydia Mill my circle small

My hoes know I been turnt for a while

My mama know her baby boy

Got good intentions, but he'll whack him a nigga

He don't fear nobody, he never turn his back

Cause he be watchin' out

Everybody lame ', nobody keep it real

All these hoes keep catchin' bodies for real

Everybody wanna be shiesty, stop it

Niggas, ain't been on a drill for real

Talk about money, your pocket low

Lil C wham go keep some motion

Money keep me goin', let me get in that mood

But they already know

That I put my head down and grind out

I don't ask for shit, I don't want nobody to say they help me out

Gotta bury my grandma on my da side Friday

Still ain't lettin' no tears drop, my pain level at sky rate

In the booth right now

This the only place I can relax

Only place I can vent too

Won't have nobody judge me or question me

Worry about the way I live

Damn, I know I live a fasr life

But that's the way I live, fuck nigga

Pretty hoes always attract me

Mix it with some dollar signs

Mix it with a load of pistol

Nigga, play im shooting mines

Pretty hoes always attract me

Mix it with some dollar signs

Mix it with a loaded pistol

Nigga, play im shooting mines

She really my type

Ima take some shots for her

Nice body

She been workin' on her shape

It start to show

She scared of guns

But I'ma show her

How I let that fucker go

Free Drip I say it in every song

Just bring my brother home

Trying get rich today I say fuck tomorrow

Real turnt nigga I'm big dog

From Lydia mill my circle small

My hoes know how I been l turnt for a while

My momma know her baby boy got good intentions

But he will wack him a nigga

He don't fear nobody

He never turn his back

Cause he be watching Out

Everybody lame ain't nobody keeping it real

All the hoes keep catchin' bodies for real

Everybody wanna be shiesty stop it

Niggas, I ain't been on a drill for real

Talkin' bout money, your pocket low

Lil C wham go keep some motion

But they already know