J Leaf - FuccBoy lyrics

[Intro] I'm just a guy tryna chill, not a fuccboy Designer shirt, ripped jeans, rippin' rolls royce Man all these b**hes low-key with a fuccboy We puffin' that OG 'till we f**ed boy! [Hook] I'm just a guy tryna chill, not a fuccboy Designer shirt, ripped jeans, rippin' rolls royce Man all these b**hes low-key with a fuccboy We puffin' that OG 'till we f**ed boy! I'm just a guy tryna chill, not a fuccboy Designer shirt, ripped jeans, rippin' rolls royce Man all these b**hes low-key with a fuccboy We puffin' that OG 'till we f**ed boy! [Verse] Jiggy young lord as some Fs & couple clicks Pity young boy, tryna pullup on my clique Wavy a** shirt with that Palace in encrypt Straight from the bottom, nah that sh** I can't invent But we ain't got nothing to loose So f** it, you sneeze or you snooze Yea bish so I pack up the boose And your b**h just pulled up & not she gon' start me go loose I whippin that bad & the boujee (Woo!) Sip in the parking lot With a pack of extra thots Higher than a astronaut Snatch your b**h & take your spot Lookin' like a fuccin jock Wo! Now she hit the spot Gosha on my fuccin socks Gucci right above my co*k Finger gold with the Glock All my homies selling rocks ForestHood I rep the block Pouring wood & smoked a clop Jiggy, young, sh**, I hop on & let it go rip While you pussies watch & eclipse I'm wick & I'm lit like a b**h at the club While she s** on my muffucin dick [Hook] I'm just a guy tryna chill, not a fuccboy Designer shirt, ripped jeans, rippin' rolls royce Man all these b**hes low-key with a fuccboy We puffin' that OG 'till we f**ed boy! I'm just a guy tryna chill, not a fuccboy Designer shirt, ripped jeans, rippin' rolls royce Man all these b**hes low-key with a fuccboy We puffin' that OG 'till we f**ed boy!