f*ck Around lyrics

[Intro: Charlie Clips]
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around

[Verse 1: Charlie Clips]
f*ck around, what these hoes really want from me?
Getting paper since junior high, never gave a b*tch no lunch money
Now I'm grown, on my own
Still won't give a b*tch no lunch money
You got old bills, I'm with Jae Millz
We sittin there countin that young money
Sittin there countin that young money
Haters, don't you f*ck around
Cause you ain't yo music, both could be underground
Brand your house and paint away, these bullets jump around
Throw that silencer on that
Shh, don't make another sound
And then I'm back on em
Drop off, pop yo lack on em
Squeeze hard like Steve Jobs
He'll dive and I'll put this mack on him
Squeeze hard like Steve Jobs
He'll dive and I'll put this mack on him
So nice had to say it twice
Rewind and bring it back on em
Blue Porsche, red Benz
Nice truck, the lad cherish
That baby mama's got more BBM's than a Blackberry
Hah, don't f*ck around when I'm in my zone no
Cause this that Hennessey Rose and Patrone flow
[Chorus: Jae Millz]
So don't
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around (nah nah nah)
So don't
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
You don't wanna
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
Nah n*gga, you don't wanna
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
Cause we don't
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
We don't
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
Nah n*gga, we don't
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
n*gga we don't
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Don't f*ck around cause we don't f*ck around and let the macks loose
Been killin these lil boys since Kevin jumped in that berriac juice
Lil boys, they all lil boys, they might not even know Kevin jumps in these
But right now they don't even need to
Just know when you stand I read you
Used to walk the streets of Harlem
Now call me Sir Brickalot
Different cars in my garage
So sometimes I'm so switchin up
3 hundred for my true religions
You in that all body coupe trippin
I pull up right next to you
Playin candy girl in a new edition
Uh, wutchu know bout that?
Chrome go clap, no fresh start
Sharp shooter, b*tch I think I'm bread hot
Don't know when to quit n*gga I think you bread far
Then your girl is a star, she get the award for best jobs
You don't, she could get out of hand
I'm so hood like the dollar vans
Chase yo b*tch ass girl in the alley
Just like bishop to drive the mands
n*ggas want respect, ain't put in a word though
But this that sour kush and granddaddy purp flow
[Chorus: Jae Millz]
So don't
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
So don't
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
You don't wanna
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
Nah n*gga, you don't wanna
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
Cause we don't
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
We don't
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
Nah n*gga, we don't
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around
n*gga we don't
f*ck around, f*ck f*ck around

[Outro: Jae Millz]
YMCMB!