f*ckery (Run With Me) lyrics

[Intro: Crystal Caines]
Elevate, catch the f*ckin' breathe
Mothaf*ck where you wanna be
I ain't with the f*ckery, I'm just tryna get the Gs
And b*tch I f*ck with you if you f*ck with me

[Hook: Crystal Caines]
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these b*tches f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these b*tches f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these n*ggas f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these n*ggas f*ck with me, yeah

[Verse 1: Crystal Caines]
I've been killin' sh*t since I've been on with Fergie, holy moly
Lord have mercy for me, can't get hold of me, I'm ridin' doly
f*ckin' frauds, tryna hit me with the okie dokie
All I see is [?] like I'm [?] from Jersey
Ain't with the bullsh*t, I be really tryna catch a plug
Your b*tch a ho, my n*gga skeet her like she roll it up
No friends in this, just the ones I grew up with
All about the money, you can miss me with that stupid sh*t

[Pre-Hook: Crystal Caines]
When you glow up then you blow up
They all show up with hands out
We grind for hours every hour
Baby f*ck a handout
When you glow up then you blow up
They all show up with hands out
We grind for hours every hour
Baby f*ck a handout
f*ck with me
[Hook: Crystal Caines]
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these b*tches f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these b*tches f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these n*ggas f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these n*ggas f*ck with me, yeah

[Verse 2: Crystal Caines]
Poppin' pus*y, she be poppin' pus*y, pus*y, pop that crotch
Crew, hop in hoochie, hop in wild like it's hopscotch
Hit the bank with it, only time I hit my hotline
I've been on, now we be grindin', gettin' to it nonstop
I ain't with the names, I tell that n*gga that he gotta go
Call a Über, tell the driver, "Take this dumbass n*gga home"
Heart is cold, I be ridin' 'round with cheese, that's not yours
Friends come and go, if you f*ck with me, if not then adios

[Pre-Hook: Crystal Caines]
When you glow up then you blow up
They all show up with hands out
We grind for hours every hour
Baby f*ck a handout
When you glow up then you blow up
They all show up with hands out
We grind for hours every hour
Baby f*ck a handout
f*ck with me
[Hook: Crystal Caines]
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these b*tches f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these b*tches f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these n*ggas f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these n*ggas f*ck with me, yeah

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
All of the homies, they blowin' trees
Smoke good, put it in the air
They say no smokin' weed
f*ck them n*ggas, we don't really care
n*gga I don't know you
Don't know why you standin' here
Chillin' with my whole crew
And my n*ggas do damage, yeah
We on that f*ckery
What about all of the b*tches that used to be duckin' me?
All of a suddenly
They f*ckin' with me, wanna take sips of the bubbly
Pockets so bubbly
Come f*ck with a G, all the girls leavin' the club with me
Climbin' that money tree
I gotta get cheese, really no time for the cuddling

[Bridge: Crystal Caines & A$AP Ferg]
Pop that pus*y for a real n*gga
Pop that, pop that pus*y for a real n*gga
I don't really got a chill button
I'm too busy 'cause I'm pressin' on the kill button
[Hook: Crystal Caines]
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these b*tches f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these b*tches f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these n*ggas f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah they f*ck with me, all these n*ggas f*ck with me, yeah

[Outro: Crystal Caines]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah