f*ck That lyrics

[Intro]
Everybody demons 'til it's time to go to hell
These n*ggas cliquing up
I heard the whole city lookin' for me, the whole city want my ass
Boy, I swear to God, I got iron though
These n*ggas di*k ridin'
Don't get pregnant, all that di*k ridin', boy
Boy, that Glock on me
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[Chorus]
Just left out South with a hundred missed calls
Everybody mad like why y'all beat Lil Poppa at the mall?
I'm like f*ck that, he know what it is
These n*ggas mad we up like five bodies in the field
Put on my ski, call up P, I'm tryna shoot some threes
And Errin was my n*gga, why I took his beef
And on the other end I heard the whole city wanna murder me
I'll drop my address, I'm on 1646 West 45th Street

[Verse]
Name a f*ckin' rapper in the city ever play with me
Slidin' back to back, we went toe but went three for three
f*ck that, you just a singer, call you Pleasure P
f*ck that, I heard these n*ggas wanna murder me
No Quando, Tip just filled that chopper up
Lil Kenny hangin' out that window
Cojack screamin' they can't f*ck with us
I'm TTB 'cause we trained to bust
Oh you a demon? well that chopper turned his whole team to angeldust
Could've killed a rapper but Lil Ron f*cked the drill up
b*tch I'm out my body eatin' mollies, I'm pilled up
But like a pedophile, these lil boys, they gon' feel us
We terrorize the city, made that Ace and Poppa link up
n*gga had the nerve to say f*ck Kendre in front of my brothers
I swear we blacked out, beat his ass, it was a lil' scuffle
Go'n drop that bag on his head, ain't talkin' 'bout duffel
I'm antisocial, ain't friendly, I'm feelin' like f*ck 'em
I swear to God we in the streets for real
You better ask— how that Glock-23 feel
And I'm doin' this without a deal
He sold his soul for them Rolls
Swear to God I don't know how that feel
[Chorus]
Just left out South with a hundred missed calls
Everybody mad like why y'all beat Lil Poppa at the mall?
I'm like f*ck that, he know what it is
These n*ggas mad we up like five bodies in the field
Put on my ski, call up P, I'm tryna shoot some threes
And ask White, I was his n*gga, why I took his beef
And on the other end I heard the whole city wanna murder me
I'll drop my address, I'm on 1646 West 45th Street

[Outro]
I ain't gon' even keep going, I could've keep going and put some ball up, but I'm like f*ck it
Like bro, f*ck that, f*ck everything
All that cliquing up, I'm with the same n*ggas I been with
Everybody demons 'til it's time to go to hell, for real
I'm with the same n*ggas
I ain't clique up yet bruh
Everybody demons 'til it's time to go to hell, you feel me?
I ain't switch up yet bruh
Everybody demons 'til it's time to go to hell
Everybody demons 'til it's time to go to hell man, stand on that