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Fuck You

Gangsta Boohuatong
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Yeah, y 'all know what time it is nigga, I'm bringing a lot of shit today, I'm bringing m -trap

I'm bringing Coups nigga, I'm also bringing the pain nigga, cause when I come, I'm coming for me nigga

So you better act some motherfucking like, from the 9 -8 up to the 2 -G nigga, I'm taking over

You understand this type of shit, 3 -6 mafia, hypnotized, probably a posse, fuck you

You get me hot, up at Green and G and ain't no telling what we'll do, you got no manner with the crew

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

You get me hot, up at Green and G and ain't no telling what we'll do, you got no manner with the crew

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

Fuck the bitches daddy, maybe it's the oven in me, I wanna see what you hidden for, let's come and see

Time is clear, time to cheer, time to get really what's up, I'm getting to be me in the club, hang that fucking bitch up

I'm in the cold, on some snow, smoking fat ass weed, freaking like Vanessa Del Rio, I'll just pack you a beat

M .O .B. equals me, bring a six to the door, I be the lady you love, I'm a bombing bitches and more

So time to go, toe to toe, with a bitch that be rocking, ain't nothing stopping, popping, rocking, till your body be dropping

You fucking bitch, spitting riddles in your rhymes like a joke, I'm gonna choke you like an oddy when I'm full of that dope

I know you're hoping that I fall to my face, but I ain't, my shoes are stuck to the ground when I walk out on bank

Another fucking LP, drop it like it's some rice, we be straight like 915, bitch, fuck your spot

When we hot, off that green and gin, ain't no telling what we'll do, you got the manna with the fruit

With that heat, we be bustin' conversation, no discussion, hollow fuck, they comin' straight at you

When we hot, off that green and gin, ain't no telling what we'll do, you got the manna with the fruit

With that heat, we be bustin' conversation, no discussion, hollow fuck, they comin' straight at you

Get your mind explode, with these earrings I control, just a peep to let you see how empty I do it, M .O .B.

Now I'm balanced on a level, find a new way to be paid, ain't gonna burn em, slice em, beat em, they were back in profit day

Yellin' dicks are comin' up, and niggas want your life to live, pack that steel if you real, but you better shoot to kill

All that floppin' ain't gon' do it, bring a gun without a clip, and for the rest of your life, you'll be walkin' around with a half -assed lip

Read my lips, don't fuck with us, because we dangerous, and when we on that crystal, like a junkie we be anxious

So get up in your sheets, and take your life with a quickness, a orange mouth player, that be strictly about his business

Watch out, nigga, don't give a fuck, nigga, walk on top of water with some mean ass niggas

Toss it till I fry, so fuck with me, you can't afford, cause the first time you see if you go it, but you double it up the point

When we hot, up that green and G, and ain't no tellin' what we'll do, you got the manner with the flow

With the heat, we be bustin' conversation, no discussion, hollow point, they comin' straight at you

When we hot, up that green and G, and ain't no tellin' what we'll do, you got the manner with the flow

With the heat, we be bustin' conversation, no discussion, hollow point, they comin' straight at you

Fuck you, fuck you

Lookin' at the friends, into the pen, sleepin' pink in the front of my skin, I had no team, 40 bars, can't cop puttin' em, cause the phone is missed

Fuckin' these hoes, donatin' phony, tellin' me hoes are out of luck, you think you're tough, fool

Look at y 'all, both be shared, that crew suck, nigga, don't give a fuck, hold up, y 'all, now wait a day, that fool is runnin' me tough

Blazin' thousands, what I saw was me, my bestest motherfucker walk

Put up with the boom, padda padda pow, no, they got me bowin' down

Swept the street before my time, I just ain't left for fuckin' y 'all

On the ground, with the frown, they hatin' me, cause I don't know, who I never saw, no

No worship, don't shoot me, cause I'm broke

So many charges, said the sergeant, you been wantin' for the longest

On the street, they call you hoodlum, nigga, my name is Derrick Tone

If life you wanna, then I'm gonna give you some, make you less

Man, you can take a motherfuckin' gun and start stintin', eat up your ass, nine

Then my front door got five, five, three, two, down, windows, three

With the track, you got my fuckin', nigga, let me go, let me go

That green and gin, ain't no tellin' what we'll do, you got no matter with the crew

With that heat, we be buckin' conversation, no discussion, hollow point, they comin' straight at you

When we hot, out that green and gin, ain't no tellin' what we'll do, you got no matter with the crew

With that heat, we be buckin' conversation, no discussion, hollow point, they comin' straight at you

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