Fukk Da Judge Lyrics

I put brick on the scale

My brother gone pay my bail

I ain't gone sit in jail

She went Balenci' the boots

Put her double C on Chanel

Fuck what they like give hell

It's a chip on my shoulder like Dale

(TREETIME)

Im fucking yo bitch I'm doing it well

Shawty don't skate she grind on the rail

You weak you probably gone tell

Mosh pit in this bitch, throwing fist you might get fucked up

Know we sippin' fours I got my my Fanta that bitch crushed up

All I know is that, that nigga better not run up

I just ball on niggas, been that nigga that's been one up

Bitch don't try to go steal my chain you gone get cut up

Nigga came in tried to steal my chain and he got fucked up

Fuck, fucked up

Fuck, fucked up, fuck

Fucked up, fuck

Fucked up, fuck

Fucked up, fuck

Fucked up, fuck

Fucked up, yuh

Fucked up

I drop the roof, on Lamb, no Jag

I'm driving I'm skrt'in, I'm swerving, it's fast

And they try to compare with they drip but they sad

When you drop, you my son, tell these niggas I'm they dad

Had to swerve on the opps, had to swerve on the cops

You a bird in a box, all my birds holding Glocks

Know I had to pop out with a icey ass watch

Look at me, I got Louie you got bummy ass Crocs

You can't jump out the gym if your gym not hot

Know that Hellbxy break the rim bitch I'm hitting my shots

When I say I'm hitting 'em I ain't mention my opps

Running up on them they catch twenty something shots

Tell the FBI we got thirty something chops

Tell the DA we got a hundred million shots

I don't never worry I don't give a fuck about the cops

I go inside the club I fuck the bitch up then I mosh