FDB (f*ck Dat b*tch) lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Haha, yeah (Ayy)
You n*ggas are vaginas

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ayy
Went and got a bag, then I f*cked your b*tch, ayy
I bought that ho a bag, then I f*cked that b*tch, ayy (f*cked that b*tch)
Hit her from the back, then I f*cked that b*tch, ayy (f*cked that, f*cked that b*tch)
Took her to the crib, then I f*cked that b*tch, ayy (f*cked that b*tch, ayy)
Brung her in the house, then I f*cked that b*tch, ayy (f*cked that b*tch, ayy)
Bent her over the couch, then I f*cked that b*tch, ayy
Put kids in her mouth, yeah, I f*cked that b*tch, ayy
VVS them diamonds, screaming f*ck my wrist, ayy

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Rari coupe, wait, hold up, f*ck that sh*t, ayy, huh
Big body Jag, hold up, f*ck that sh*t, ayy
Aston Martin, whip it, hold up, f*ck that sh*t, ayy
Private exclusive, screaming f*ck that sh*t, ayy
No
f*ck that sh*t, I'm gon' f*ck that b*tch
f*ck that b*tch, I'm gon' f*ck that b*tch, ayy
f*ckin' on your b*tch
She like all this di*k (di*k) in her mouth at night (Night)
Actavis I'm sippin, know I need some dirty Sprite (Some dirty Sprite)
Blooded out with Bs, b*tch you know I'm real right
Yeah, you know that it could get real right (Real right)
Real right (Ayy), real right, real slime (Slime)
Snotty nose (Nose), hit a n*gga, know he blind
Diamonds real (Ayy), real ice, big ice
Wrist nice (Ayy), crib nice, house big (Ayy)
f*cked yo' b*tch (Ayy), I'm the sh*t, I'm wit' the sh*ts (Ayy)
Pullin' up wit' the stick
Semi rounds, shot 'em down, you's a clown (Ayy)
You's a clown (Ayy)
Girl, I'm aimin' with them goons (Goons)
Know I'm chillin' with some goons
f*ckin' on yo' b*tch and that b*tch didn't leave no room (Room)
n*ggas choppin' shells, cocoons
All these tools you like to abuse (Abuse)
[Verse 2: [?]]
With Trippie Redd, f*ck the feds
All the b*tches love the red, f*ck the reds
All these n*ggas dead, I swear they really dead
I do this sh*t without no rest, I get no f*ckin' rest
Ooh yeah, it's time to pipe up
I got the chance and I swear that I'm finna pipe up
I'm wit' yo' b*tch and she love how I'm givin' pipe up
And yeah, she like us
Trippie Redd, double F shinin' in the night, son
I swear they ain't gon' like us
I swear they ain't gon' like us
Because we're the pipe ones, woah
Yeah, I put time in this, time is shinin' on my wrist
Had to get a grip, no more hittin' licks, yeah
Too much faith in this, ain't got no faith in them
And no more chasin' b*tches, no more waitin' list
I'll be damned if I'm waitin', b*tch (Oh)
I'll be damned if she play a n*gga (Oh)
Vans on but I am not a skater, n*gga (Oh)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ayy
Went and got a bag, then I f*cked your b*tch, ayy
I bought that ho a bag, then I f*cked that b*tch, ayy (f*cked that b*tch)
Hit her from the back, then I f*cked that b*tch, ayy (f*cked that, f*cked that b*tch)
Took her to the crib, then I f*cked that b*tch, ayy (f*cked that b*tch, ayy)
Brung her in the house, then I f*cked that b*tch, ayy (f*cked that b*tch, ayy)
Bent her over the couch, then I f*cked that b*tch, ayy
Put kids in her mouth, yeah, I f*cked that b*tch, ayy
VVS them diamonds, screaming f*ck my wrist, ayy