FWT (f*ckin’ With That) lyrics

[Intro]
53 bangers, 52 weeks
Mr. Never-keep-'em-hanging
Like Mr-Mr. Cooper
Spit hot fire like my name was King Koopa
'Cause I be on that tight next sh*t
7-foot white boy, never get arrested
People get invested
My stock's going up, all I needed was a credit

[Verse 1]
Yeah, get it while it's hot, make it pop, make 'em work for it
Do some sh*t that makes you feel you need to go to church more
You're like a workhorse all up in that work force
All I do is murder beats, and I'm tryna' merc more, yeah!
I'm sticking to the plan though (to the plan though)
What's life without a motherf*cking gamble? (gamble)
Tightrope walk, walking in sandals (sandals)
When I look back, see what I done handled
All them hard times with my eyes to the ground
My chin never up, comprising the sound (never that!)
The tears gon' dry, but the scars stay around (stay around)
And I'm never gonna forget what I lost and I found
And I ain't gon' drown, I'm gon' live
Head above water, f*ck treading, I kick
I'm so ready, no radio stiff
When you hear my sh*t, hope you hear my sh*t
I be f*cking with that
[Bridge]
Make 'em all jump, make 'em clap
I be f*cking with that
Grind 'til the rubber band snap
I be f*cking with that
Live 'til your soul gets old
I be f*cking with that
Eat 'fore your food gets cold
I be f*cking with that

[Verse 2]
When I wake up in the morning (yeah)
I put my headphones on then go (just go)
I blast off like a motherf*cking space ship
No I won't take sh*t, I'm in my zone, I be f*cking with that—
When my sh*t drop, make 'em all stop, make 'em go dumb
Virgin eardrums get f*cked, make 'em all c*m
Yeah, they stay wet, keep 'em on sprung
f*cking safe sex, they be on one
4-1-0-2-1-5, all I do is live, all I do is live
Never b*tch, no more guilt, I'ma win it
I gotta couple records, but I'm looking for a Guinness
And I'm never starting something I don't intend to finish
Popping sh*t 'cause I'm a Wallace, I graduated college
We got the kinda weed you'd only see if you're Obama
We got the kinda green you'd only toke if you've been smoking
Go and legalize it quick—at least while Obama Care is broken
And yeah, I see the paradox
Guns and butter: you lose it like a pair of socks
Ain't sh*t funny, like Carrot Top
But those two tones ain't home, so I'm rebel pop
[Chorus]
I be-I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be-I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be-I be f*cking with that

[Verse 3]
I be f*cking with that, I be f*cking with this
Put me on your Sorado, got me a bottle of mix
Malt liquor, so I'm fittin' to trip
And all I know is go hard, I ain't fittin' to sip
So I be f*cking with that, I be moving them unis
And I be f*cking with people who live life just like the Goonies
I roll with Louis the Dog
I promised Mama a Grammy
And I'ma get it to her—even if it takes me a century
And I be f*cking with that
'Cause I be f*cking with truth
Cold winter is coming, I got polo on my boots (polo on my boots)
(I be f*ckin' with that)
Brand whores like, "What he gon' do?"
He's double XL tall, so he ducks in the booth
[Chorus]
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be-I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be-I be f*cking with that

[Pre-Chorus]
Get it while it's hot, make it pop, make 'em work for it
Work for it, all up in that work force
All I do is murder beats, and I'm tryna murk more
Murk more beats like a-like a workhorse

[Chorus]
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be-I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be f*cking with that
I be-I be f*cking with that

[Outro]
I be moving them unis and I be moving them unis
And I be moving them unis
And I be f*cking with Goonies
I roll with Louis the Dog
I promised Mama a Grammy
And I'ma get it to her—even if it takes me a century
And I be f*cking with that