F**k Sh*t lyrics

f*ck sh*t, yea I'm on that f*ck sh*t
Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet
f*ck sh*t, yea I'm on that f*ck sh*t
He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck b*tch
f*ck sh*t, yea I'm on that f*ck sh*t
Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
If he try me he can pulse his body
Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I'm Ali
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Thrown off a molly once a n*gga try me
2 bad b*tches call me rooster in a Rarri
My young boys sure they know karate
Fake n*gga not me
In the hood find me, hanging with the real slugs
Trap n*gga, come embrace us when you can't find no rap n*gga
I can rap n*gga but still you pay no rap n*gga
Adrian Bruno with them hands, make you tap n*gga
Getting money, even eating with the jets n*gga
Alright, f*ck these n*ggas, they don't really wanna take it there
Pistols in the club, my young n*ggas they ain't flyin fair
f*ck sh*t, f*ck sh*t – yea I be on it n*gga
Take yo watch chain and ring, yea I condone it n*gga
Squad!

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f*ck sh*t, yea I'm on that f*ck sh*t
Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet
f*ck sh*t, yea I'm on that f*ck sh*t
He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck b*tch
f*ck sh*t, yea I'm on that f*ck sh*t
Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
If he try me he can pulse his body
Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I'm Ali
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f*ck sh*t, Wooda on that f*ck sh*t
Full metal jacket, everybody brought a duck sh*t
I don't give a f*ck if your partner in the way
Wooda throwin bullets, this just how the roundin play
Ain't probably thuggin, fat mack on TMZ
Step in n*ggas' face, like he was the damn shis
I be on that f*ck sh*t, we be on that BS (Squad)
Hunned n*ggas gunnin if you disrespect BS (Squad)

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f*ck sh*t, yea I'm on that f*ck sh*t
Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet
f*ck sh*t, yea I'm on that f*ck sh*t
He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck b*tch
f*ck sh*t, yea I'm on that f*ck sh*t
Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
If he try me he can pulse his body
Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I'm Ali

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F U C K, S H I T
C R E dub, woo that smells Trouble
Woo that gotta be Trouble
Always on the f*ckery
You f*ck n*ggas never seem hot
Them same b*tch holds, I'm screaming ah!
The one that I lean, squeezing that car 15
I made an offer on the shots I got
Run a hoe here cuz these bullets are hot
Put your pussies in a sh*t bag, what?! Til you dig that
Imagine a bunch of grownups in Huggies, how you gon fix that?
They're all gonna laugh at you, they'll laugh at you
Consequence when you cross that line, I been talkin sh*t on the low
Blow your mind out, no timeout, you gon put yo head to the floor
Flocka
You got a problem? No problem, I got em
f*ck sh*t!
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f*ck sh*t, yea I'm on that f*ck sh*t
Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet
f*ck sh*t, yea I'm on that f*ck sh*t
He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck b*tch
f*ck sh*t, yea I'm on that f*ck sh*t
Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
If he try me he can pulse his body
Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I'm Ali