f*ck Yall lyrics

by

Yung Davon


[Intro]
Yuh, ayy, Yung Davon, Yung Davon, ayy

[Verse 1]
Lot of these n*ggas and b*tches I don't know
Have problems with keeping my name out they mouth
n*ggas be talking to b*tches and simping
And kickin it with n*ggas who ain’t got no clout
n*ggas so mad, I been puffing that pack
I been ducking these hoes, I don't know what they 'bout
n*ggas so mad as a matter of fact
I got one thing to say, keep my di*k out your mouth
Still blowing boof and I’m still off the reg
Hide your girls phone, it's Yung Davon again
n*ggas was treating me like I'm a pest
Come to find out that them boys was some feds
Come to find out that them boys was some b*tches
They talking about me, them boys on they finsta
I don't know about 'em, I do not f*ck with 'em
I set a few goals, I just went out and did 'em
b*tches be saying Yung Davon so crazy
n*ggas so mad but them n*ggas just lazy
Can't trust a hoe cause these b*tches just play me
Juggin’, finessin’, I grind on the daily
Juggin', finessin’, I blow on that boof
I be talking that sh*t but I only speak truth
I'ma make it so big, y'all ain't got a damn clue
I’ma pack out arenas and blow off the roof, damn

[Chorus]
Cause lately, I been moving going buck wild
Whole team with me talking sh*t, we give no f*cks now
b*tches used to laugh but all they wanna do is f*ck now
All my n*ggas with me, if you hate, we yelling "f*ck y'all"
f*ck y'all n*ggas and f*ck y'all hoes
I don't trust y'all n*ggas, I don't like you hoes
I be with my n*ggas, I be with my bros
Rolling through my city, you know how sh*t goes, yuh

[Verse 2]
Really, we putting this sh*t on the map
Tucson my city, I can't speak no cap
Really, this sh*t is way bigger than rap
n*ggas gon' doubt, I'ma bring this sh*t back
CVTEBOY$ my n*ggas, we just do the most
Made it this far, b*tch, I came up from Doge
Look back a year, man, I ain't had no hoes
Dab on a b*tch, I be hitting the coast
Going so dumb, I be dealing with pressure
I'm done with the sh*t, now I'm just like whatever
I'm hot in the summer I keep on the sweater
I don't got a girl, boy, I got me like several
Lately, I had some hating n*ggas from my past
Come out and tell me to grow up
n*ggas so pus*y and n*ggas like rats
b*tch ass n*ggas make me wanna throw up
Getting this grind 'til a young n*gga blow up
b*tches, they hate me but my mood is so what
Please stop the talking if you do not know us
Choppin' the sh*t, make it clean like a cold cut
n*ggas be actin like they really gang
See through you people, no, we not the same
Doing this sh*t because I am the king
Stick by myself, I don't care what you think, ayy

[Chorus]
Cause lately, I been moving going buck wild
Whole team with me talking sh*t, we give no f*cks now
b*tches used to laugh but all they wanna do is f*ck now
All my n*ggas with me, if you hate, we yelling "f*ck y'all"
f*ck y'all n*ggas and f*ck y'all hoes
I don't trust y'all n*ggas, I don't like you hoes
I be with my n*ggas, I be with my bros
Rolling through my city, you know how sh*t goes, yuh

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