F 0 C U 5 lyrics

[Intro: Yung Bruh & Surf Mane]
Woah, woah
Yung Bruh, Yung Bruh
This that positive sh*t, you feel me?
We still thuggin' though (Woah, woah)
Shouts out my n*gga Yung Bruh, you feel me? (Woah, woah, Yung Bruh, yeah)
We gon' do it like this, you feel me? (Woah, woah)
Still swervin' in the motherf*ckin', import, you feel me? (Woah, woah)
Grrah

[Verse 1: Surf Mane]
Smoking laced blunts with my main b*tch
She say her pus*y wet, now I can't focus
Smoking laced blunts with my main b*tch
Watch the pus*y shine with 24 carat clit
Two different pills, I can't focus
Got a b*tch pulled up, all black Ford Focus (Skrr)
She mad at me 'cause I'm still juggin' Motorola's
Took her to my spot and I said "b*tch, keep focus"
Why you give me face? Ancient jewels on my hoe, she look great
I'm just, a young thug but I still snatch yo' chain (Positive)
Back to work real quick stash that sh*t all in my b*tch, on tits
I love that high that the motherf*ckin' herb give
Smoking hella dope
Up under the bridge b*tch
Purple lean [?]
Smoking doja b*tch
Ripped Vans, ripped jeans, look just like my b*tch (I do)
Tie dye choppa that's that LSD thug sh*t (Skoo)
Shoe string belt
I'on do the Gucci, Louis sh*t
Young Thraxx n*gga
And I'm coming for the thug hoes
Yeah I love them thug hoes (Thug hoes)
Keep that pus*y wet
[?] got a b*tch and she love to suck some di*k (Skoo)
Xan blunt eyes bloody I can't focus sh*t
I'm just tryna f*ck shawty
I can't focus
Rich hoe sh*t
Snort that line up yo' f*cking nose
Tell me if you focus
[Verse 2: Yung Bruh]
Aye
Girl (Woah, woah)
I know you know my name (Woah, woah)
I'm Yung Bruh (Woah, woah)
I'm coming off the brain (Off the brain)
That all-white Samsung twerkin' drugs (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
n*gga, I'm the plug (Squad)
Make yo' b*tch fall in love (Woah, woah, woah)
I'm depressed in my hood smoking blunts (Aye, man, f*ck 12)
I stay in the cut 'cause 12 on my nuts (Grrah, grrah)
Light-green nugs with that all-white b*tch (White b*tch)
If you see me with her, bet that she a goth chick (Woah, woah, 2002, woah, woah)
What's up?
b*tch, I'm Yung Bruh (I'm Yung Bruh)
Thrift shop princess, trippin' acid in the sun (Grrah, grrah)
I'm hella young
Doing what I want (What I want)
Playing Tekken Tag, servin' fiends off my phone (Woah, woah)
b*tch f*cked my n*gga then she tryna f*ck on Yung Bruh (Hell nah, b*tch, f*ck up)
b*tch, hell nah, matter fact come suck me up (Aye, aye, aye, come- come suck me up)
I might be trippin' or I might be smokin' on a blunt (Probably trippin')
Imma smoke kush till Yung Bruh don't have lungs

[Verse 3: Yung Bruh]
I don't give a f*ck about these n*ggas
They f*cking lame, man, I don't need no trigger (Let's get it)
I pull that sword (Grrah)
Make that n*gga run quicker (Mhm, f*ck)
You a b*tch, boy, you can't handle yo' liquor (Goddam, swag)
Man, this straight off the head, this that freestyle (This that uh, laced freestyle)
Man, I'm trippin' LSD, so I'm me now
I'm Yung Bruh, man, I'm not in the streets now (Grrah, grrah)
I'm in my crib tryna make it to England
What's up?