F.Y.M.

Yea, oh oh F*ck you mean (Yeah yeah) F*ck you mean JA Da Truth Saylook (Yeah) Oh, Truth, young nigga do what it do We fascinated by coupes, we can not do Subaru’s She too, loose, so I get some neck and get gone Ain’t even left and she texting my phone Ran up my check Ima flex like I’m strong Ima f*ck and pass her to my potna She don’t even know that im a friend of his She done fucked and sucked up on the whole crew But she still be acting like she innocent Them niggas I call they gone bang bruh Swear they do anything for some Benjamin’s Ain’t got time to prove to you my gangsta When the lawyer gotta prove that I’m innocent So I sit back and count of these dividends We was really on the road running We was really out here show hunting I done really turned deals down The realist niggas they still around The realist bitches they still down Ask about me I’m still around On my way to a mill now See I’m dripping this sauce need a napkin I might go to the mall blow the backend Swear a nigga bossed up got them racks in Might pull up on yo hoe beat her back in Her friend look just like Janet Jackson No Smokey nigga she wasn’t capping Say don’t pull on her hair leave her tracks in Swear these hoes would not f*ck with me back then F*ck you mean (Yeah yeah) F*ck you mean (Yeah Yeah) F*ck you mean (F*ck you mean yeah) F*ck you mean (F*ck you mean Yeah) See I’m dripping this sauce need a napkin I might go to the mall blow the backend Swear a nigga bossed up got them racks in Might pull up on yo hoe beat her back in Her friend look just like Janet Jackson No Smokey nigga she wasn’t capping Say don’t pull on her hair leave her tracks in Swear these hoes would not f*ck with me back then