f*ck Yo DJ lyrics

[Verse 1: Good Joon]
f*ck yo DJ
It's all about my producer
All my n*ggas looking at commas, commas, commas
Trynna plot against the team man, it’s useless
n*ggas stick together, we ain’t stopping, stopping, stopping
We got goon n*ggas
No foof n*ggas
All my n*ggas are lockin up what they believe in
Give a f*ck what you think is the truth
n*gga, I don't got no limits, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it
Ain't no b*tch in me but the b*tch in her say she feelin' me and
I don't doubt probably cause the last n*gga I seen
[?] we them n*ggas and you know this (yup)
Still can't trust a b*tch is our motive (nope)
All these b*tches getting tricky, I know this (yup)
n*ggas saying we ain't getting money, they bogus (nope)
'Cause my producer, my producer, my producer, my producer

[Hook: Good Joon]
f*ck yo DJ
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck yo
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck yo
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck yo DJ
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck yo
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck yo
f*ck, yo, f*ck yo DJ

[Verse 2: P]
Yea, f*ck em'
And them hoes too [?] don't love em
Get turnt up when I'm up in the function
Jumpin, jumpin, jumpin, jumpin
f*ck em' yo producer and yo mixtape
5'9" walk around like I'm 6'8"
I ain't worried 'bout nothin', my sh*t straight
Kick a b*tch to the curb if she can't pay tax
I ain't waitin' on Obama
Spent that last month on marijuana
These n*ggas don't want no problem
I put that on my mothaf*ckin' momma
Took a flick with yo b*tch, yeah you see me
Got a couple young n*ggas wanna be me
My sh*t bang, got it on repeat
'Cause my producer, my producer, my producer, my producer

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Walk in the club my [?] linguine
Pushin' b*tches out I got [?] weewee
Eat that pus*y in the club, like a panini
A couple haters in the back, they can look, they don't see me
I got alot of herbs, mom and daddy got alot of drugs
She hidin', Tony Montana when he off alot of blow
[?] when they stoppin OverDoz
I be sippin' Tylenol, I can hit another tho
I'm walkin' in this club all alone
I'm f*ckin' bumping and hoping the DJ playing my song
I feel like I'm in a movie when he be playin my song
I hope these gangstas be killin' n*ggas that I never loved
My DJ going crazy
Bumping so hard almost had me a baby
Got me bumping and grinding like I be back in the 80's
Feeling like I'm Richard Porter when he was driving Mercedes
I'm sipping Hennessy, like 2Pac
But me and yo b*tch in the drop taking two shots
My DJ in the back with about two thots
If you’re looking for hit records, my DJ got alot
[Verse 3: Kent Jamz]
I ain't got time for these b*tches
And I don't f*ck with none of these broke ass n*ggas
I ain't got time for these b*tches
And I don't f*ck with none of these broke ass n*ggas
I ain't got time for these b*tches
And I don't f*ck with none of these broke ass n*ggas
I ain't got time for these b*tches
And I don't f*ck with none of these broke ass n*ggas
I don't do coke, I bought it for the models
In the V.I.P pourin' codeine, bottle after bottle
Singin', "f*ck yo DJ, f*ck yo DJ"
All I do is daydream about pirate green
Trynna make Rihanna my baby mama
Spent yo rent on my jeans
Pour Ciroc, I take shots of codeine and I promise
I ain't got time for these b*tches
And I don't f*ck with none of these broke ass n*ggas
I ain't got time for these b*tches
And I don't f*ck with none of these broke ass n*ggas
I ain't got time for these b*tches
And I don't f*ck with none of these broke ass n*ggas
I ain't got time for these b*tches
And I don't f*ck with none of these broke ass n*ggas
Yo in the V.I.P. singing off-key
With my n*ggas like, "f*ck yo DJ, f*ck yo DJ"
Singing with my homies off-key
Like, "f*ck yo DJ, f*ck yo DJ"