f*ck That lyrics

[Intro]
Romo

[Verse 1: Rucci]
Okay, I still crack cards, crack b*tches, crash whips
Hey, I'm off hella drugs, I can't feel sh*t
b*tch, remove my name from them lips
Ayy, you mad that your n*gga ain't like this
What you know about a real ass n*gga?
Rich as a b*tch, off a pill ass n*gga
f*ck how you feel, no chill ass n*gga
Fresh up off that deal, this sh*t gettin' real, lil' n*gga, ayy

[Chorus: Rucci]
Bop bop
Gang of whips like a chop shop
Block hot
So you know I got my Glock c*cked
Run 'em down
Stepped over 'em, n*gga, overkill, ayy
Two shots to the head, n*ggas know the deal
Ain't finna be a victim, I'ma kill me a n*gga, f*ck that
Gun loaded, if you trippin' then I'm trippin', f*ck that
'Bout whatever, if you with it, then I'm with it, f*ck that
I shoot it first, I ain't never know no bust back
[Verse 2: Rucci]
Got your ass just like Rodney, you n*ggas can't stop me
Ayy, I'm slidin' in this Masi' off a molly
My young n*gga fresh out off that homi'
First day and he tryna catch a body
I don't know about you n*ggas, I don't know about you b*tches
I only know about myself, Rucci, Benji
Four-five extended, tell them n*ggas come and get it, ayy
Frontline, wartime, we hoppin' out that hemi
This a Hellcat, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, watch me double back
Freestylin', no effort, tell 'em run it back
Tell them n*ggas catch up, I'm finna run a lap
Quick to run up in your house like where the money at?

[Chorus: Rucci]
Bop bop
Gang of whips like a chop shop
Block hot
So you know I got my Glock c*cked
Run 'em down
Stepped over 'em, n*gga, overkill, ayy
Two shots to the head, n*ggas know the deal
Ain't finna be a victim, I'ma kill me a n*gga, f*ck that
Gun loaded, if you trippin' then I'm trippin', f*ck that
'Bout whatever, if you with it, then I'm with it, f*ck that
I shoot it first, I ain't never know no bust back
[Verse 2: Dudadamthang]
I could f*ck a n*gga b*tch way before I got money
All that hating make me wanna go harder on you, dummy
b*tches get to do the most, it ain't a job I can't get done
n*gga, show me how them lil' ass sticks gon' beat this drum
I got a decent ass image and a bad reputation
I'm a quarantine baby, b*tch, I need my medication
And what? b*tch, this life I live, it take some dedication (Can't walk a mile in my shoes, n*gga)
Need this di*k and love me not, 'cause I'm not here for relation
I create that separation, When I'm desperate, I get dangerous
Pass a move or snatch a chain, just put this dope up in your anus
I get dough 'cause I'm a hustler, I get b*tches 'cause I'm famous
If I up it, I'ma sling it like Steve Young or Troy Aikman
Man, I bust it, n*ggas know how I'm comin', ayy
40 in the holster, yopper in the luggage
Play me like a goose and I'ma have you n*ggas duckin'
Fifty round clip, one in the head, di*k Butkus
Ayy, watch me do the damn thing, b*tch
That's my name, b*tch
And if we f*ck, then we just f*ck, ain't sh*t gon' change, b*tch
Feel like Chris Brown, I know you want me for the fame, b*tch
But I ain't no sucker, you ain't finna get a thing, b*tch
Scatpack, then I lane switch, do the dash 'cause I can, b*tch
Left with more than I came with, satisfied with the changes
Went from bein' broke to I can buy anything, b*tch
Choppers on my mama, my sidepiece, and my main b*tch