F.Y.T.B.

Nigga, I'm the realist You know I gotta kill it She twerkin' on my dick, but on the real, I'm tryna drill it The hardest nigga rappin', I'm just tryna change the game All these bitches really on me 'cause they hear about the fame Had a shorty pull up and she bring some for the gang Everybody getting pussy, everybody entertained Fuckin' with them broke niggas All my niggas tote figures We ain't even stressing, throw it back, and you could roll with us Like a Quarterback Throw the ball, she one to catch Says she want me goin' deep, I wanna see her throw it back Money and those diamonds, only thing she spotting first Sitting in a crowded gym, if shorty squat I'm spotting first Tryna chase a bag, but the pussy in the way I just wanna change the game, but these bitches in the way I ain't tryna cuff you shorty, man, a nigga tryna slay Ride that pussy like a wave, then I blow that back away All you niggas tryna build Shorty, I'm just tryna kill Let me catch a body and I promise I could pay the bill Every nigga in your DM on some weird shit Tryna chase a stupid nigga that be on some weird shit I know you bitches hear this Nigga Brandon, fear this Let me eat the cat and you could learn about what fear is And I ain't talkin' 'bout some lame shit Lame bitch, lane switch All you bitches asking for the same shit (Gang) Lately, I been thinking dark Starting to think that I'm losing my heart F*ck every faker tryna be apart Wanted a shorty, she moved so bizarre She really held on to our bad past As if I ain't heal up and now I'm back As in I'm ready for the better Ready for whenever Gonna leave her? Never You cold, here's my sweater Let me get back to the fake shit (Huh) I think all my haters gon' hate this Many doubting if I’ll really make it To my songs are where I'm gonna take this F*ck everyone who with rumors and gossip Ain't tryna be on that side of the topics Now y'all got us niggas feeling toxic I'ma still go hard with all my logic So f*ck all of the critics and comments Y'all know where a nigga stay at BX where I ride, West side Bring your pride and I bet you'll decay fast On my mama, nigga Get beside yourself and here's a chopper, nigga I ain't really with all of that drama You f*ck with my dogs, you gon' meet my llamas Yo, f*ck is you talkin' 'bout? F*ck all y'all Saws, I really bring the horror out F*ck what y’all talkin' 'bout F*ck all y'all laws, I'm bringing all my orders out F*ck is you talkin' 'bout? You speak on the gang, that's my word you ain't walkin' out F*ck all that ''talk it out'' When in my zone I'm bringing all the chalkers out F*ck is you talkin' 'bout?