f*ck n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck Boy, ayy, bumbaclot boy, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Say one thing then we gon' be on your block boy (bang, dududuh, ayy, bang, dududuh)
Got a lot boy, thats' that Glock boy (Beep, beep, dududuh, beep, Glo Gang)
f*ck boy, toting some Glock boy (Beeep, beep, beep, dududuh)
f*ck boy (Beep) bumbaclot boy (Skrt)
Bumbaclot boy (Dududuh, skrt)
Ayy, ayy (Skrt)
Dududuh (f*ck boy, ayy)
Bang, dududuh, bang, dududuh, ayy, ayy
Bang, ayy

[Chorus]
I'm smokin' strong ass pack and sh*t (f*ck boy)
My n*ggas come through wackin' sh*t
Bad b*tches rub my back and sh*t
Like the police, they always ask me sh*t
I be addin' sh*t, subtractin' sh*t (Fff beep)
Lately, I been on some relaxin' sh*t (Sos' baby)
I bet motherf*ckers wanna know how big my mansion is (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let me tell a f*ck n*gga just glance at it (Ayy, dududuh)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, f*ck boy, bumbaclot boy (Bumbaclot boy)
Say one thing we gon' be on your block boy, ayy (We on yo block boy)
We them Glo Gang hotboys (Hotboy, gang)
Come through killin' sh*t and they can't stop us (Dududuh, nah)
So run your block up (Block up)
I'm comin' through with all nine, Glocks and choppers (Skrt skrt, skuduskuh, dududuh)
And ain't nobody gettin' locked up (Nah)
We ain't snitchin' and you n*ggas not us (Nah, nah)
Sendin' sh*t like mailmans (Like mailmans, dududuh)
Ten n*ggas in one lil caravan (One lil caravan, dududuh)
Lotta tools and a couple of handy men (Couple of handy men, dududuh)
Come through bustin' at you, better duck when you hear the man (Dududuh)
I'm glo'd up like a candle, man (Glo'd up like a candle, man, ayy)
And my chain carry no diamonds, that lil man (That lil man, bling)
And I bet your b*tch a happy camper, man (Happy camper, man, thot)
She give brain like she got a happy temperament (Happy temperament, yeah)
For f*ck boys I am Casper (I am Casper, ayy)
They say what up and I look past 'em (f*ck, ayy)
I got a AK with a dagger (Dududuh, bang)
And I'ma shoot your ass up then I'ma stab you up (Bang bang bang, dududuh)
Almighty spectacular (Bang, Almighty)
In the stu late night, buying beats like I'm Dracula (Almighty)
Let a n*gga act like he tryna fight me, then I'ma light him up (Bang, dududuh)
'Member when I used to ain't have sh*t, now I got the finest stuff (Nah, fff beep)
[Chorus]
I'm smokin' strong ass pack and sh*t (Fff beep beep)
My n*ggas come through wackin' sh*t (Bang, dududuh)
Bad b*tches rub my back and sh*t (Thots)
Like the police, they always ask me sh*t (For what?)
I be addin' sh*t, subtractin' sh*t (Fff beep)
Lately, I been on some relaxin' sh*t (Yeah)
I bet motherf*ckers wanna know how big my mansion is (Ayy, ayy, like what? ayy, ayy)
Let me tell a f*ck n*gga just glance at it (Ayy, haha)

[Verse 2]
I'm winning, no pretending (Nah)
Windows tinted (Yeah), none of my cars rented (Nah)
I could spend it (Dududuh), so I can spend it (Bih, bih)
Smokin' Tooka when I'm reminiscin' (Bang, dududuh)
Pull up on your block like skrr (Skrt skrt skuduskuh)
f*ck n*ggas gon' freeze up like burr (Nah nah, burr)
I like lean, I don't want no beer (Nah nah, no beer)
I'm eighteen, I don't want no beer (Nah, I don't want no beer)
Six thots wouldn't fit one me (6 thots wouldn't fit one Almighty)
Glock 18, ain't need to be dumb with me (Bang, dududuh)
Try to come up in here, turn your ass to lunch beef (Bang bang, dududuh)
Lotta fire what you gonna see (Dududuh, bang, dududuh)
I still like my b*tch conceited (I still like my b*tch conceited)
Still 300 O'Block 'till I'm bleeding (Still 300 O'Block 'till I'm dead)
We still in the streets killin' oppositions (I ain't killin', n*ggas dead)
I'm coolin' in the stu, tryna make me a billion (Tryna get me a billion)
Throw your set up, throw your gats up (Gats up)
Throw the wrong gat up then you get smacked up (Smacked up)
Throw the wrong set up then you get stretched up (Bang bang, dududuh)
I got a small circle, I done lessed up (Lessed up, bang)
But I got shooters in Miami (Shooters in Miami, ayy, bang)
Got shooters in Los Angeles (Shooters in Los Angeles, ayy, bang)
Got shooters in Alabama (Shooters in Alabama, ayy, bang)
Shoot your concert up and leave nothing but cameras (Bang, dududuh)
[Chorus]
I'm smokin' strong ass pack and sh*t (Ayy)
My n*ggas come through wackin' sh*t (Ayy)
Bad b*tches rub my back and sh*t (Ayy)
Like the police, they always ask me sh*t
I be addin' sh*t, subtractin' sh*t (Ayy)
Lately, I been on some relaxin' sh*t
I bet motherf*ckers wanna know how big my mansion is (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let me tell a f*ck n*gga just glance at it (Ayy, ayy)
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