Fuck This Hook

Ayee ayee iTrendPreezy Gang Gang Gang Stop fucking playing Long live the guys Free the guys Princess Oh My God Ha Gang I don't really f*ck With these bitches Cause you know bitches be Faking Don't wanna come off too angry Or make it seem like I'm hating I just know that I'm hated And I know bitches be basic Y'all can't rap I can't it And It's all facts Yall can't say shit Yo old bitch built like a blunt So lil daddy let's face it If a ho don't f*ck with Preez It's simply just she CAN'T BITCH And I wont even shoot a ho Pussies get whipped With big dicks I need that kash in my hand Cause damn my fingers been Itching If I love you then I got you I'ma pay what's the ticket You don't think you right for me But I know what I'm feeling I just hope you ride for me Cause I ain't tryna end this Damn aye aye But you gon die if you fishy F*ck yo feelings like F*ck this hook Know a bitch right now Say he look he took Take niggas steal hearts She think she a crook F*ck on that nigga Make him bust like a jugg If shit don't read Turn you to a book Got tired of not eating I learned how to cook He get 6 slugs he think he thug Baby I'm stressing Come give me a hug How I'm full hatred But get so much love Shoutout Hitsquad R.I.P to Blood Would've said f*ck my ex But he ain't gon step Nigga you a bitch Let's leave it at that Can't play with my top I don't do the cap You put up a front I go through the back You play the pussy Then I get the strap like Grraaaaaaahhhhhhhhh Bitch where you at Preezy be on different shit Big nigga but a little bitch He woke up and chose violence So I hit him with a mental clip You might think I'm holllin Nah I'm honest boy You just a trick Gang walked in the club I got a cup But I ain't drinking it Ok maybe a lil bit But I spot opps Can't get too lit Yo bitch wipe me down And you a clown If you don't benefit It get foul when I'm around Turn they nose up Cause I been the shit Bet they all get down If I turn the nose up And blow this bitch F*ck these hoes they be messy Selling pussy and it's stretchy Talk that shit But won't address me Just up TECS Don't do the texting Can't nan one of these hoes Stress me out They can only eat me out You ain't even eating Tell me how the f*ck We beefin child It's a lot of mumbles whenever They see Lil Preez around Protected when I'm steppin You know that I keep them B's around And I got some G's around Blue Hunnits so them C's around They hurt that they can't Be around Nobody real in So they leave me out F*ck yo feelings like F*ck this hook Know a bitch right now Say he look he took Take niggas steal hearts She think she a crook F*ck on that nigga Make him bust like a jugg If shit don't read Turn you to a book Got tired of not eating I learned how to cook He get 6 slugs he think he thug Baby I'm stressing Come give me a hug How I'm full hatred But get so much love Shoutout Hitsquad R.I.P to Blood Would've said f*ck my ex But he ain't gon step Nigga you a bitch Let's leave it at that Can't play with my top I don't do the cap You put up a front I go through the back You play the pussy Then I get the strap like Grraaaaaaahhhhhhhhh Bitch where you at