f*ckin With Yall lyrics

[Intro]
(Girl, is that Boobie on the beat?)
n*gga
Hell nah, we ain't sell them n*ggas nothin', they the police
Punch me in (Punch me in)
Keep all that, n*gga, let's get this sh*t, let's get this money, n*gga
Ayy, n*gga, yeah

[Verse]
Trappin' in the Hills, I ain't change clothes in four weeks
Tryin' hard as hell just to keep this sh*t lowkey
Just had a thousand yams, now I'm on my last four G's
Grab all the jewelry out the safe, new hunnids out the bank
Two thousand for my jeans, spent a band on some drank
Ten thousand on your head, you'll be gone in a day
I know you ain't really shoppin' 'cause you coppin' in LA
I just killed the summer, put six hundrеd out the Bay
It ain't a turnaround if you ain't back the same day
Back to back, mе and Ray, them n*ggas hurt, look at they face
Rollie cost me sixty, I ain't never set the time of day (Time of day)
I made a killin' off them pills that look like basketballs
You n*ggas mad 'cause we still ain't f*ckin' with y'all
She ain't never been in a Wraith, I told her, [?][0:56]
Hit the club for thirty days straight and f*ck up the bars
Buy Kris and don't drink it, pour that sh*t all on broads
Throw twenty for no reason, do that sh*t for my dogs
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Big F, Forgiattos, though, I'm f*ckin' 'em raw
I jump right out the foreign, I ain't gotta put it in park
If I told you what it took, I wouldn't know where to start
Gave my all to the streets, this sh*t done frozen my heart
[Outro]
Ayy, n*gga (That's right)
Made a killin' off them pills that look like basketballs
Still broke, that's the reason we don't f*ck with y'all, n*gga
n*gga, ayy
I made a killin' off them pills that look like basketballs
You n*ggas mad 'cause we still ain't f*ckin' with y'all