Fresco Stevens - French f** (Prod. Fresco Stevens) lyrics

[Verse 1: Robert Louis] f** yeah, pardon my swear But if you want you can put the finger in the air We don't care anymore we're coming down some Coming from the middle like Malcolm Bryan Cranston Who want what? elevated standards We want that new blue, ucla crew Take ‘em all to school, and tell ‘em all the rules I guess a nickname is Bob, yeah I got the tools About to build something you can't tell me nothing I'm going out in public, all the women love it Thats f**ing right, that includes your mother Started to working out so I can get the nuts kissed Someone you can f** with, I ain't trying to judge sh** I'm trying to come back home, new grown ya know Mixtape dropped, so they blew up my telephone [Hook: Robert Louis] f** yeah, f** no, f** you f** that attitude, got a small world view And f** you trying to tell me what to do, f** fake new Everybody's bias in the news f** that, f** what, f** who f** you, if you want to hate too What can I do? I don't need to do sh** Pardon the French but I'm not to be f**ed with [Verse 2: Robert Louis] Its that simple, I don't have a dimple But I'm cute as f**, go nasty over instrumentals My Vocab come in handy, you need to understand me Imma give birth to new so f** a plan B Uh-uh, I like her cheeks like Sandy I split both pairs with my dick This that real nasty sh** not for family This for old kids, and b**hes trying to gold dig They like to grab my shovel then they stick it in the hole Grab me by the pole and then she come down slow French kissing me followed by that inhale They were all dissing me and now they want to treat me well Ain't it funny. What the f** you want from me? I stayed in Cali cuz I like it when its sunny On a roll like French I bake when bored Starting rapping on the bench but I want awards UGH! [Hook]