f*ck Off lyrics

by

Gudda Gudda


[Chorus]
Yeah (f*ck you, f*ck it, f*ck it)
f*ck you like a [?]
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
f*ck off! f*ck off! (f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it)
With yo' hatin' ass
f*ck off! f*ck off! (f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it)
(Stupid b*tch, stupid b*tch)
f*ck off! f*ck off! (f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it)
With yo' hatin' ass
f*ck you
Swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga

[Verse 1]
Ayy, IG Kush, OG Kush
Hit her with the dope di*k, now she hooked
Oh she hooked? It's dem motherf*cking withdrawals
Came through in a low-low
Left, came back, I done switched cars
Walked through with my n*ggas, but I left with a stripper
Her ass soft, but my di*k hard
Just bought a red coupe, all i really have to do
Just say "Soo-Woop" and that b*tch start
Man they shouldn't have got me started
Better go and find the toilet
Cause I sh*t on n*ggas when I'm p*ssed off
Got a fresh pair of J's, stone washed jeans
And some plats to my head like Kriss Kross
Live that rockstar life, pass me the X
Imma shoot them b*tches up like sweet talk
(Bow, bow, bow ,bow)
Ride with Chanel, lightin' up a' L
Like seeing that lame, I gotta watch out for 12
Been on the road for the last 6 months
When I went back home, had a box full of mail
And I ran through a quarter pound in a week
If you think a n*gga lyin', put the pot on the scale
I'm about to f*ck up over the rap industry
I wrote a blueprint when I wad locked in the cell

[Chorus]
f*ck off! f*ck off! (f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it)
With yo' hatin' ass
f*ck off! f*ck off! (f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it)
(Stupid b*tch, stupid b*tch)
f*ck off! f*ck off! (f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it)
With yo' hatin' ass
f*ck you
Swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga

[Verse 2: Chanel West Coast]
I (I) (I) ain't never say sh*t that did a mean chick so nope I ain't sorry
(nope,nope)
Tryna come up quick yellin out "f*ck it" in a black Aventador (f*ck it)
Wanna get (wanna get) (wanna get) rich quick, but it take work trick yep yep, true story (true story)
Pull up to the crib off of Sunset b*tch condo two stories
Yo D, i'm a motto
Smoke trees like a yoko
b*tch please, i'm loco
See dem C-cup? ca-call me coco (coco)
So we on tonight (we are)
Are my bills, but my rhymes is light (heh heh heh)
My goal's in sight
Do I sing? do I rap? b*tch both are tight, yup
I ain't (I ain't) (I ain't) I got no motherf*cking time, homie
With yo' (with yo') (with yo') weak ass kicks singing bout the f*ckin' lives, homie
Need a week in Capri on yacht, Imma dime, homie (I'ma dime)
If a creep, better eat like it's lunch time, homie

[Chorus]
f*ck off! f*ck off! (f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it)
With yo' hatin' ass
Yee! f*ck off! f*ck off! (f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it)
(Stupid b*tch, stupid b*tch)
f*ck off! f*ck off! b*tch! (f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it)
With yo' hatin' ass
f*ck you
Swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga
(Stupid b*tch, stupid b*tch)
(f*ck off b*tch, young money)

[Outro]
It's dem motherf*ckin' withdrawals
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, you're cool, and f*ck you!
I'm out!
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