F.W.Y.S

I be going hard That's what ya boo say Matching foreign cars That's what my crew say I ain’t going nah That’s what you say I be going hard F*ck what you say F*ck whatever you say Don’t give a f*ck What you gotta say I am too old to care anyway I’m a be on Coming any day Putting in work Like twelve hour days Don’t give a damn About all the fame Just want the music To hit like a stray Show plenty love Why you gotta hate Well back in day I ran through the state All Baby Having people Singing along crazy Getting my respect That sounds amazing I ain’t come this far Just the end up lazy All baby uh huh I see what it is I see where’s it’s going I’m thinking of shit This where I belong man Writing some hits I’m already knowing Trying get rich Milwaukee shit I’m trying get lit Uh huh Fire emojis These hooks up in my head Remind me when I had dreads Took some time to lock in Malone Stockton I just pick and roll Yeah she just chose I'm sorry bro uh huh I be going hard That's what ya boo say Matching foreign cars That's what my crew say I ain’t going nah That’s what you say I be going hard F*ck what you say F*ck whatever you say I want that uh Just for fun Me and my niggas Pull up in foreigns Giving you a warning Party til the morning Lifestyle forming Only enjoying uh Let’s stop for once Yo life ain’t buzzin' Just hate for nothing Just wait I’m coming