(Hook)
f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh**
Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet
f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh**
He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck b**h
f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh**
Stomp yo a** 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
(Verse)
Thrown off a molly once a n***a try me
2 bad b**hes call me rooster in a Rarri
My young boys sure they know karate
Fake n***a not me
In the hood find me, hanging with the real slugs
Trap n***a, come embrace us when you can’t find no rap n***a
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I can rap n***a but still you pay no rap n***a
Adrian Bruno with them hands, make you tap n***a
Getting money, even eating with the jets n***a
Alright, f** these n***as, they don’t really wanna take it there
Pistols in the club, my young n***as they ain’t flyin fair
f** sh**, f** sh** – yea I be on it n***a
Take yo watch chain and ring, yea I condone it n***a
Squad!
(Hook)
f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh**
Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet
f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh**
He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck b**h
f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh**
Stomp yo a** 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
(Verse)
f** sh**, Wooda on that f** sh**
Full metal jacket, everybody brought a duck sh**
I don’t give a f** 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***as’ face, like he was the damn shis
I be on that f** sh**, we be on that BS (Squad)
Hunned n***as gunnin if you disrespect BS (Squad)
(Hook)
f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh**
Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet
f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh**
He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck b**h
f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh**
Stomp yo a** 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
(Verse)
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**ery
You f** n***as never seem hot
Them same b**h 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** 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** 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** sh**!
(Hook)
f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh**
Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet
f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh**
He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck b**h
f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh**
Stomp yo a** 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