FYN lyrics

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I ain't tryna play with no n*gga (Peter, why you flexin'?)
And make sure you kept that too, everything

[Verse 1: Tre Savage]
I learned to eyeball from watchin' the way my mama cook
Hopin' I look over my shoulder for writin' this hook
Cousin got booked for petty crimes and now he labeled a crook
I'm shootin' at this bad b*tch, her head sat in a book
Colt .45 more legit, now I'm protected at home
Mama don't know what's in my head that's leading me wrong
Full of medication, that purp' and that lean got me gone
Another person ain't go home, just another day wrong
Light up the blunt in front the window, no jocin' in a minute
My daughter steady changing moods while reversing the Bentley
That's just a dream that I had had when I'm counting these pennies
Hopin' my dreams to reach the stars are close to the ending
But f*ck it, send that n*gga lo' and let's get it to crackin'
He duck these b*tches, he official, that comin' from Savage
I know she ratchet, that dirty b*tch'll set up her daddy
Follow the leader until them b*tches inside a casket
I hope they never see your brother, his life on the line
Them n*ggas dissin' who be rappin', they spittin' them lies
Them n*ggas kill, I do no whackin', I just sit aside
b*tch, I'm a boss, this is no actin', business number five
Shootin' dice, playing with his life for to gamble his mind
I ain't had no food inside the house, so they handed me a nine
I don't need sh*t except a mouse, Pro Tools, and some pine
I'm smokin' dope, the smoke so thick, it's shakin' the ride
[Chorus: Tre Savage]
f*ck you, n*gga (f*ck you, n*gga)
I don't need sh*t inside this world except my money and my diamonds and my daughter, n*gga
f*ck you, n*gga (f*ck you, n*gga)
And I don't f*ck with 'em, them n*ggas hoes and they b*tches, I don't trust n*ggas
f*ck you, n*gga (f*ck you, n*gga)
I don't need sh*t inside this world except my money and my diamonds and my daughter, n*gga
f*ck you, n*gga (f*ck you, n*gga)
And I don't f*ck with you, them n*ggas hoes and they b*tches, I don't trust n*ggas

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pop from out that ride and put that Glock between his eyes
I'm out my motherf*ckin' mind, I been a savage since a child
Look, I'm a creature, I'm 'bout beefin' if you wanna sling some iron
I do lil' dirty thirty, thirty out the window front your mind
Pop out on these n*ggas, they don't f*ck with me
I don't think these n*ggas really wanna bang it out
I push up from the back with that strap when we let it clap
I’m talkin' 'bout all the way 'til we pullin' off
Look, made it from the bottom, million dollars in a Goyard
Me and Ten'll sling that chopper, ain't no stopping for them cop cars
I just wan' put money on top my daddy like Phat, n*gga
My n*ggas in the back, n*gga, with straps, n*gga, don't act, n*gga, I'm with that
Let's do it 'cause I'm 'bout drama
And this b*tch a savage life and you don't want no problems, can't stop us, huh?
Got that .45 on side my couch and it's all camo, you won't try us
[Chorus: Tre Savage]
f*ck you, n*gga (f*ck you, n*gga)
I don't need sh*t inside this world except my money and my diamonds and my daughter, n*gga
f*ck you, n*gga (f*ck you, n*gga)
And I don't f*ck with 'em, them n*ggas hoes and they b*tches, I don't trust n*ggas
f*ck you, n*gga (f*ck you, n*gga)
I don't need sh*t inside this world except my money and my diamonds and my daughter, n*gga
f*ck you, n*gga (f*ck you, n*gga)
And I don't f*ck with you, them n*ggas hoes and they b*tches, I don't trust n*ggas

[Outro: Tre Savage & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
f*ck you (f*ck 'em)
Yup (What it is, gang?)
Let's get this money, n*gga (You got it)
Yup
Can't nobody do what I do, when I be doing this sh*t, I just be doing that sh*t (Doing that sh*t)
I've been chasin' money for so long
R.I.P. Pimp C, the don way
You got it, n*gga (From the bottom to the top)
It's up
Like father, like son
And it's stuck
It ain't never coming down
Like father, like son
f*ck you
n*gga, it's Savage Life, NBA, shoot that n*gga in the face, bang, NBA, believe that
Savage Life, Trill 4 Life, 'til the wheels fall off
Mr. Walk Like Jordan, I'm in this b*tch with Mel, it don't get no realer than that