A. Nayaka - Fuccboy (Prod. TRIP TRVP) lyrics

[INTRO] This song goes out to, all the Fuccboys That think they the sh**, but you just a Fuccboy [VERSE 1] I own the game I never second guess the champion High stakes beef well done like Filet mignon In the kitchen whippin up a special special batch But not the type to make you go extra fast I spent sum bandz and some more in the Balmain store Don't try to stunt when you ain't even got that dough I tried sh** on then I f**ed the floor manager That b**h a thot so i did her on the register I took a couple Xans pretty faded don't mistake it Then I popped sum uppers hello b**h see ya later Fuccboys on me asking what the f** I be wearing I'm like this the type of outfit that ain't even trending [HOOK] Fuccboy, Fuccboy Fuccboy, Fuccboy You just follow trends homie you a Fuccboy Fuccboy, Fuccboy Fuccboy, Fuccboy Anti Social Social Club homie you a Fuccboy [VERSE 2] Walk inside the club you think you fresh ho Take pics with yo face closed oh think you Diplo All black hoodie with a Off White logo Thinkin' you a model, but you look a like a Frodo Better stay your own lane, light it up like propane Hunnid muthaf**as look the same like its no game Outfit of the day post for the hell of it Don't get enough likes, you should delete it I might lose sum followers if i dont post it now Fuccboys on the IG thinkin that they own it now [HOOK] Fuccboy, Fuccboy Fuccboy, Fuccboy You just follow trends homie you a Fuccboy Fuccboy, Fuccboy Fuccboy, Fuccboy Anti Social Social Club homie you a Fuccboy