Soundtracks - Tha Fuck lyrics

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Soundtracks - Tha Fuck lyrics

[Intro] Whussup? whussup? Oh hey Big Latto OG Parker [Refrain] I slap the fu*k out lil shawty, keep callin’ my phone Checkin’ me ‘bout a ni**a Ain’t goin ’back and forth with you when my bag is bigger The fu*k wrong witcha? Drop, the bag on yo head, they comin’ to get ya Check, cop the new Birkin bag just came with a pistol I slap the fu*k out of one of these punk ass ni**as I don’t play ’bout my money Nah, I can’t walk in without it Plus I need the back end, all blue hunnids Drop the bag on your head, they comin’ to get ya Don’t want your ni**a, baby, his pockets too little [Verse] Walk in the club and I fu*k it up I don’t talk much, I just run it up Know they call me back end Latto I did 3 show 1 night, sum it up Got these rap hoes tryna keep up Ran down on ‘em, made ‘em give it up Shawty if it’s smokе, lemme know what’s up All you had to do was just speak up I slap thе fu*k out a hoe like a mack Latto don’t play ‘bout that bag, and that’s facts 3 black truck, back to back Don’t need security, shooters riding in the back These b*tches wack, keep this sh*t in stack I came for the racks, I ain't came for the chat Like a quarterback, I run with the sack Don’t get attached, ‘cause this ain’t that [Refrain] I slap the fu*k out lil shawty, keep callin’ my phone Checkin’ me ‘bout a ni**a Ain’t goin’ back and forth with you when my bag is bigger The fu*k wrong witcha? Drop, the bag on yo head, they comin’ to get ya Check, cop the new Birkin bag, it came with a pistol I slap the fu*k out of one of these punk ass ni**as I don’t play ’bout my money Nah, I can’t walk in without it Plus I need the back end, all blue hunnids Drop the bag on your head, they comin’ to get ya Don’t want your ni**a, baby, his pockets too little [Outro] I slap the fu*k out lil shawty, keep callin’ my phone Checkin’ me ‘bout a ni**a Ain’t goin’ back and forth with you when my bag is bigger The fu*k wrong witcha? Drop, the bag on yo head, they comin’ to get ya Check, cop the new Birkin bag, it came with a pistol I slap the fu*k out of one of these punk ass ni**as I don’t play ’bout my money