Lil Yachty - FWM lyrics

{Intro} Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah {Verse – 1} Riding real deep, pu-sy ni-ga, and I’m too good AK no carbon fiber, bi-ch real wood Know some young ni–as turned rich and is still hood Hop out the whip, get a glimpse of my new bi-ch White X6 and with a boost kit Playing wit’ the guap, that’ll get your ends split Used to be broke eating jelly sandwich with the crust cut off Punk with the sawed-off {Chorus} Ni–as around me go commando, yeah Balling two hoes in a Lambo, yeah Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah Tell me a place that I can’t go, yeah Bi-ch tell your friend step it up Ain’t no raw, bi-ch, we gon’ wrap it up Pole game, tryna run it up Lock safe like a Brink’s truck Fu-k wit’ me, fu-k wit’ me, fu-k wit’ me, yeah Yo’ bi-ch, she just wanna fu-k on me, yeah Clip on the hip like it’s stuck on me, yeah It could get ugly, yeah Riding ’round town, drop top wit’ the sizzurp Make her s** di-k ’til get lip get a blister Send her back home so your bi-ch a-s could kiss her Young ni-ga ball like a Sixer {Verse – 2} Young a-s ni-ga, I don’t even drink liquor I don’t even pull up to the mixer I don’t even want to fu-k the bi-ch I do, but I know she gon’ tell Hit from the back, her chain hit the headboard It sound like a bell Pu-sy ni-ga I repel Real ni–as don’t take L’s Hop in the Bently, the Maybach, the G Wagon, ni-ga whatever Glockity tucked in the sweater, Osiris gon’ pop it wherever Pellz gon’ pop it wherever Lil Baby gon’ pop it wherever Stay out the mix, stay wit’ a bi-ch in the whip Hellcat hit a flip Up it up wit’ a chip Bi-ch ni-ga don’t you send for me unless the check got it in for me Write it out to my industry The bi-ch lace front incomplete These ni–as loco Hang wit’ the cops, the McFoggel Bi-ch ni-ga I am a mogul {Chorus} Ni–as around me go commando, yeah Balling two hoes in a Lambo, yeah Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah Tell me a place that I can’t go, yeah Bi-ch tell your friend step it up Ain’t no raw, bi-ch, we gon’ wrap it up Pole game, tryna run it up Lock safe like a Brink’s truck Fu-k wit’ me, fu-k wit’ me, fu-k wit’ me, yeah Yo’ bi-ch, she just wanna fu-k on me, yeah Clip on the hip like it’s stuck on me, yeah It could get ugly, yeah Riding ’round town, drop top wit’ the sizzurp Make her s** di-k ’til get lip get a blister Send her back home so your bi-ch a-s could kiss her Young ni-ga ball like a Sixer