Dez Wright - F.W.T.K. lyrics

[Hook: Yung JB] f** with the kid woah On the come up big yo Chasin' the bands Get it on demand Do what I can f** with the kid woah On the come up big yo Boutta run em' up man Make another grand aye Boutta run em' up man Make another grand aye [Bridge: Yung JB] I'm not ill, I'm sick No sleep, on a mission No sense, got to listen Cookin' in the kitchen Pop a pill, split a rillo, smoke that sh** then grab a pillow [Verse 1: Yung JB] A p**y a** Jew ridin' round in the coupe Can't run forever, on the track it's a loop Shoot the basketball, stuck inside a hoop Defenders are ops, totin' fake straps If I took you up on your word, you would hate that Hit it from the side like a ba** drum Dick hit your lip make your face numb She all on my head like I'm f**ing the beats I'm runnin' this sh**, like I got on cleats In the silk sheets, she toppin' my meat Don't know me, but know I stay strapped 16 to your dome, know the bullets fat Inflated a**, can ya handle that? I don't want your cash or your hoes Also know I got my own Catch me slidin' in the cut, and you know I'm not alone With the homies with the cones Leave your skin off of your bones sh** nasty, but anything I do make her moan Can't talk now busy getting to the racks f** with the kid, b**h you know I'm coming back Facts, relax, potential filled to max Extra cheese when I'm eating up her Mac f** around, drop a banger & sh** A bomb & sh** The commas sit The llama rips Right through the thong Name brand ain't last long Really ain't that strong What's the name of that song? [Hook: Yung JB] f** with the kid woah On the come up big yo Chasin' the bands Get it on demand Do what I can f** with the kid woah On the come up big yo Boutta run em' up man Make another grand aye Boutta run em' up man Make another grand aye [Verse 2: Lil Kikke] b**h I'm ballin like Curry She cookin' that curry Can't f** with a b**h if that p**y too furry She slurp on my sh** like a f**in' McFlurry I'm smokin' that sh** so my vision too blurry I'm sippin' that sh** so my words kinda slurry She do it for me b**h I do it for weed Make your girlfriend my queen Do not talk to me please Cuz I can't even speak when I'm sippin' that lean f** with the kid, Kikke b**h Me & my team gon' make it b**h Poppin' them bottles and poppin' them models f** with the squad, turn your a** into fossils Kikke & Yung JB Make some room on your MP3 We don't play games no PSP f** with the kid, that's RIP Got me some C Notes, I feel like a singer b**h I'm so Cole, I feel like a sinner Eatin' some beats, think it's time for some dinner b**h I'm 100, call that sh** a fever Need a b**h with lips like Kylie Got 2 hoes on me like Kyrie Got that dirty in my styree She gon' ride my ball like Miley b**h I am rocking that bling You cannot f** with the kid Smokin that green f**in' your b**h on the scene Got your b**h all on my team f**in' the team One day, I'ma be at the top, on the top of the building gettin' top from a next top model Leave that b**h walking round hobbled Not gon' pa** the weed like finals f** with the kid, I'm grinding ho I'ma go in till I can't breathe ho I'ma drink mo till I can't see ho I'ma smoke mo till I can't puff mo f**in' these b**hes like everyday All of my b**hes go every way All of these rappers they all of my prey With your girl I go 50 shades of grey [Bridge: Yung JB] I'm not ill, I'm sick No sleep, on a mission No sense, got to listen Cookin' in the kitchen Pop a pill, split a rillo, smoke that sh** then grab a pillow [Hook: Yung JB] f** with the kid woah On the come up big yo Chasin' the bands Get it on demand Do what I can f** with the kid woah On the come up big yo Boutta run em' up man Make another grand aye Boutta run em' up man Make another grand aye