FXK TWITTER lyrics

[Intro: DarooBaby & Iayze]
(Man, these n*ggas fed as hell to me so-) (I...)
(Aye, man, stop, aye, stop) WHAT?
(Nah, look, nah-)

[Verse]
You ain't on sh*t, stop cappin' (I-I love you)
If I see Auntie Server, I'ma slap 'em
WHAT? Turn a n*gga to some Chili, pack 'em (b*tch ASS n*ggA)
His Mom rich and I stil' passed him
Marshawn want smoke, he can have some
He a Queer, I ain't finna dap 'em
Get off my stage, I'on f*ck with you, WHAT?
n*gga, it ain't sh*t to get up with you
I bet if I slap that n*gga, his Momma finna sue
You will get hit in the raw coupe
I got Gen5, bih', what you wan' do?
Why the f*ck he diss me? I don't know YOU
Them young n*ggas used to hoe YOU
This Glock tryna moot', this sh*t for YOU
When I see the pus*y, I'ma show YOU
Yeah, skinny b*tch, I could throw YOU
That faggot sh*t the sh*t that I hate
Said he finna catch mе, I'ma wait
That's not my baby Glock feel like Blake
Don't f*ck with hoes likе I'm Tate
Uno ran his ass down, now he flake
WHAT? I, GOT, GUNS, EVEN IT'S A BLUE STATE (Hahhhhhh)
(TAHHHHHHHHHH)
Gang
[Verse 2]
Hoe b*tch (Hoe b*tch)
Goofy b*tch (Goofy b*tch)
Dumb b*tch (DUMB b*tch)
Typin'
Wearin' tight, b*tch (TYPE b*tch)
pus*y n*gga won't slide for sh*t
Autotune rap n*gga, really needa' quit
Told 'em, "I'm in New York, we could hit"
n*gga tryna fight like I don't own a blick