Fuck Dat Shit Lyrics

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit

Ayy, uh, yeah, you can delete them, like, you know, a little later on, though

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit

Fuck that shit

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit

Fuck that shit, run up a check, fuck your bitch, I caught her neck

Your bitch a dog, I tell her the facts, she ain't got a check, now she givin' the glass

I got them dogs behind the wall, when they'll call, you know I'ma sell

I caught me the dog, he had it all, he ain't call, you was off a cell

Go to round it up, I don't need y'all, bitch

I can love myself, I don't need y'all, bitch

I ain't never had shit, I risk it all to get

And the same one who stay down, I'ma ball with

My ex-bitch left, I know she sick

Now my bitch is bad as shit

All these blues girls lookin' counterfeit

Need a money machine, just to count this shit

Fuck that shit, fuck up a check, go hit the lot, pull off in the back

I put some ice on my neck and my wrist and my ear, fuck that, I don't be the ass

I take a shot at your bitch, you know I'ma hit, golden magnet, bitch

I hit the bitch from the back while she killin' her friend, then I turn on the switch

You wanna fuck on a kid, bitch, I ain't shit, it's time for a nigga to hit

She won't even pay for the pussy, she know what it is, feel the whole trend, stuff for kids

I went down bad, now I'm rich, I used to pimp on a bitch

Had to stay down till I found me a plug, then I took the ass off of them bricks

Run up a check, fuck your bitch, I caught her neck

I tell her the facts, she ain't got a chance, she gettin' the glint

I got them dolls behind the wall, when they'll call, you know I'ma sell

I call me the dog, he had it all, he ain't call, you off of self

Go to run it up on me, y'all, bitch

I could love myself on me, y'all, bitch

I ain't never had shit, I risk it all to get

And the same one who stay down, I'ma ball with

Fell out, well, I gotta burn the bitch

Splattin' but they can't see the lens

Twenty-three hundred for the outfit

Don't blow no smoke in the Wraith

Take it all, stuff it all, in the safe

All y'all rap, nigga, fake

My bro don't lie, hit me down like twenty

On a murder charge, I get you hit behind the bar

If and then go through your heart, we'll just break, son

Make a sample out you, fuck, nigga, try to take, son

Same old OG, nigga, go to hell, it's OV

Got bull with me, got bar with me

You know your dad got pots on me

Run up a check, fuck your bitch, I caught her neck

Your bitch a dog, I tell her the facts

She ain't got a check, now she get a clay

I got them dogs behind the wall

When they'll call, you know I'ma sell

I caught me the dog, he had it all

He ain't call, you off a cell

Go to round it up on me, y'all, nigga

I can love myself on me, y'all, bitch

I ain't never had shit, I risk it all to get

And the same one who stay down, I'ma ball with

Yeah, yeah

Go to the dawn, nigga, y'all know what's happenin

Yeah, we all on the shit, partner

Ayy, real city shit

Free Sanchez, nigga, first and foremost

Free Meeks, nigga

BMF, nigga

Free I.P., man

Free B.G., yeah

Free Blood Gang, yeah

Free all the opps, free Rolo

Free Rolo, now, nigga

NWF in this bitch, nigga

I can love myself on me, y'all, bitch

I ain't never had shit, I risk it all to get

And the same one who stay down, I'ma ball with