f*ckery lyrics

[Intro]
On God (Slap a 808 on the back of that thing and we outta here)
Only n*gga in the city with one dread

[Chorus]
I'm a boss and you know you can't f*ck with me
Why, 'cause bruh, I'm not with the f*ckery
Racks in my pocket it look like it stuck to me
If you a lame then bruh you can't run with me
See me in public, then, I got a gun with me (bah, bah)
I shoot me a wannabe
Love to get active, that sh*t gettin' fun to me
Talk on the Internet, see me and run from me

[Verse 1]
If I come through with the chop he gon' run from me
Call up D-Boy he gon' slide on an opp with me
Call up yo b*tch she gon' come gimme top for mе (Haha)
And I don't want her if she don't give it sloppily
And my boy Peezy camе home off of robbery
b*tch I was broke I remember them starvin' me (Yeah, yeah)
He took a pic he [?] (f*ck)
Fell in love with this rap sh*t put my heart in it
He got the ring with [?]
Everybody got their own ain't no [?] (Haha)
And I'm straight glizzy gang ain't no taurus (Straight glizzy)
Pull out this Glock he run like he Forest
7.62 hit the hardest (Grrah)
b*tch I got gut aim, you my target (The f*ck?)
b*tch if I miss, I'm hittin' yo' partner
b*tch ya better check ya team, I got starters (Yeah)
This is the real trap, that's the Carter (This the Carter)
I don't believe the sh*t that you holler (Uh-uh)
b*tch, it was trap or die, no option (Trap or die)
And f*ck 12 cause they ain't gon' stop sh*t (f*ck 12)
I'm on that [?] sh*t, that [?] sh*t
Pac sh*t, 12 can't stop sh*t
f*ck with me and get yo' car hit
Real n*ggas jump in the moshpit (What the f*ck?)
[Chorus]
I'm a boss and you know you can't f*ck with me
Why, 'cause bruh, I'm not with the f*ckery (Haha)
Racks in my pocket it look like it stuck to me (Yeah)
If you a lame, then, bruh you can't run with me (Uh-uh)
See me in public then I got a gun with me
Bah, bah I shoot me a wannabe (Grraw)
Love to get active, that sh*t gettin' fun to me
Talk on the Internet, see me and run from me (f*ck)

[Verse 2]
Extended the glizzy, two choppas up under me (Grraw, baow)
These n*ggas muggin' but friends, they wanna be (On God)
f*ck from the back ,I'm in love with that booty
n*ggas be hoes in they hood with no jewelry (n*gga ho)
b*tch I be everywhere feel like there's two of me (It's two)
n*ggas they hate on a n*gga cause I'm doin' me (Yeah)
I'm really thuggin' ain't know what to do with me (Uh-uh)
See me in public and I got the juice with me (That fire)
[?] take a seizure, they f*ck with me (It's Dunk)
Shootout with me and you live, that's luckily (The f*ck?)
I done [?] back, get you killed, don't f*ck with me (Get you killed)
You know the lil' n*gga duckin' me (Duck)
Put that on God, no one touchin' me (Nobody)
I got the clutch when I ride that's a must with me (I clutch)
[?] trustin' me
Now lil mama wanna f*ck wit' me (f*ck)
b*tch, but you can't get a [?] wit' me
Put that on God, these racks stuck with me (Haha)
[Chorus]
I'm a boss and you know you can't f*ck with me (Haha)
Why, 'cause bruh, I'm not with the f*ckery (Haha)
Racks in my pocket it look like it stuck to me (Yeah)
If you a lame, then bruh you can't run with me (Uh)
See me in public, then, I got a gun with me
Bah, bah, I shoot me a wannabe
Love to get active, that sh*t gettin' fun to me
Talk on the Internet, see me and run from me (f*ck)