FDB (Remix 2) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!

[Bridge: Young Dro]
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y’all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can’t touch that sh*t

[Chorus: Young Dro]
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Biotch! f*ck that b*tch like Too $hort
My whole crew here, f*ck you thought?
Bum b*tch smoking that Newport
Ho keep talking bout "f*ck me"
Man, f*ck that b*tch
Ho told you she ain't f*ck me?
Man, I f*cked that b*tch
Why you mad I ain't give you stacks?
Why you mad I ain't call you back?
I ain't buy you that, I ain't fly you back
Poor ass n*gga, that ain't how you act
Now a b*tch talking bout "f*ck me"
Man, f*ck that b*tch
Ho keep telling you "trust me"
Man, I don't trust that b*tch
Coke Boys, South Bronx, that's where I'm from
That fly sh*t my n*ggas talk never been done
My shoe game is on Hammer Time, can't touch that sh*t
Ho keep talking bout "f*ck me"
Man, f*ck that b*tch
[Chorus: Young Dro]
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
I'mma go three, stupid on the remix
I'mma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix
I'm a Bankhead n*gga, so I'm straighter than a p*nis
If ya try the Westside, I'mma nut up like semen
Ice got me anemic, walking up in Neiman's
And everytime I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed
My baby mama mad and my girl look like a genie
I got racks like Venus, 20 stack in my jeans
Bread like panini, eating steaks and zucchini
Wit' ya broad in Tahiti, spaghetti string bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on 'em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Time album a problem, wait!
[Chorus: Young Dro]
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I'm the yacht master, Rollie iced like a hockey player
Kick it like a soccer player, n*gga hating like a goalie
Long neck, group sex, all your b*tch got for me
We been walking on the stars since midnight, homie
I destroy the pus*y, hit it like a fist fight, homie
My di*k only know what she kiss like, homie
See, the molly got her gone, you be calling, she ignoring
I was balls deep in it, n*gga, you ain't even know it
Blowing headband, strongest in the land
Say you hit it? So, you ain't the only n*gga can!
She wanna be a freak, you wanna be a man
Getting head in the Coupe, sex in the Sprinter Van
Running full court game, no one-on-one
Take this dub, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna c*m for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
n*gga, she want me like Givenchy
In a presidential suite, n*gga, me on three
Why they call me pus*y pumper? n*gga, she gon' see
Like she gon' see, like she gon' see
Okay, Hustle Gang, n*gga, only thing I wear
Oh yeah, and A King of Oneself
And Strivers Row, you know me, ho
Know where I'm from, know what I rep
[Chorus: Young Dro]
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch

[Interlude: Young Dro]
(I train hoes, I'm a pimp, Trinidad Jame$ clothes)

[Verse 4: Trinidad James]
Southside, ClayCo, that's where I'm from
I'm on these Red Bottoms, Rick Owens
I been rocking them Jordans
I said now, Ag compound
Gimme money, I'll throw it
My hair luxurious, yo' sh*t ain't growing!
I got a smile on my face like Dro old cover
f*ck yo' b*tch on the couch, no cover
n*gga, f*ck yo' couch, I'm Rick James, brother
She a super freak, she don't like no rubbers
f*ck you, n*gga, then f*ck yo' cousin
For some shoes and a couple hundred
I thought you knew, let me teach you something
She'll suck me and kiss you like it ain't nothing
Ugh, that b*tch cold, n*gga, now you know
You hold on the pus*y? I got pus*y on hold
I get a whole lot of pus*y, n*gga, after my show
Red, black and white girls, yeah, they them Trinidad hoes

[Chorus: Young Dro]
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch
b*tch steady holl'in' ‘bout "f*ck me?"
Nah, f*ck that b*tch

[Outro: DJ Drama]
I told you Hustle Gang on everything
Tip, French, Trinidad
Droski, DJ Drama