Fuck Boy

Look Fuckboy Yeen really trappin like that Youn really move no pack Yeah you got bread But youn be stackin like that Youn really tote no rack Fuckboy Yeen been bussin no juggs Yeen really good in the hood I'm pulling niggas cards Yall do not go hard Fuckboy Yeen really trappin like that Youn really move no pack Yeah you got bread But youn be stackin like that Youn really tote no rack Fuckboy Youn been bussin no jugs Yeen really good in the hood I'm pulling niggas cards Y'all do not go hard F*ck boy always wanna flex Diamonds all over his neck Claim he dripping in finesse Numbers aint good Issa bad check F*ck boy Youn put in no work Youn put a nigga on a shirt Youn want beef Ole Facebook nigga on the book like a bitch in these streets Got damn, You pillow talk like a hoe Fake broke rich nigga you po Look like a nigga on drugs outside Beggin for change in front of the store Damn nigga You burnt out like a hoe every Tuesday in Lidos Here come Friday he in origami Don't send breads to his kids or his mommy Shakin my head These niggas be tripping I'm pulling yall cards cause yall making me sick I'm tired of yall flexing like yall really made it Ain't made it nowhere and yall still don't got shit So what You got a lil designer 3 waves and a crooked edge up I swear to god yall got me fucked up Yall don't share my music cause yall know wassup Fuckboy Yeen really trappin like that Youn really move no pack Yeah you got bread But youn be stackin like that Youn really tote no rack Fuckboy Yeen been bussin no jugs Yeen really good in the hood I'm pulling niggas cards Yall do not go hard Fuckboy Yeen really trappin like that Youn really move no pack Yeah you got bread But youn be stackin like that Youn really tote no rack Fuckboy Youn been bussin no jugs Yeen really good in the hood I'm pulling niggas cards Y'all do not go hard (Damn) Lil bitch Yeen really poppin like that Ole burnt out ass looking bitch Posting bout niggas Don't nobody wanna wife cause everybody already hit Reckless bitch Always in some drama bitch pull up with her kids Don't try me pull up on me with your baby Everybody getting punched in they shit Big facts Yeah your butt a lil big but I heard that pussy big to Where your hair Bitch always got a wig But she won't let a nigga see the truth She a baldhead scaly wag And I kill shit when I'm in the booth Her fro lil like a lil baby tooth She said it's a Glock it's a 22 Where yo bills You take trips every month Cause my taxes pay for your vouchers Don't got food Bitch stop selling your stamps Keep calling round town for some pampers Yeah you happy you fucked her nigga But that nigga still don't f*ck with ya Tryna go out every motherfuckin' night But you won't pay your damn babysitter Fuckboy Yeen really trappin like that Youn really move no pack Yeah you got bread But youn be stackin like that Youn really tote no rack Fuckboy Yeen been bussin no jugs Yeen really good in the hood I'm pulling niggas cards Yall do not go hard Fuckboy Yeen really trappin like that Youn really move no pack Yeah you got bread But youn be stackin like that Youn really tote no rack Fuckboy Youn been bussin no jugs Yeen really good in the hood I'm pulling niggas cards Yall do not go hard (Y'all don't)