f*ck a Hook lyrics

[Intro]
Ha, y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with me, b*tch
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah (b*tch, uh, yeah)
I'm smoking on that motherf*ckin' good sh*t (Pack, n*gga, the sh*t, n*gga) uh, uh, yeah
And it's a fat-ass wood, uh (In this b*tch with Wes)

[Verse]
I can't stress over a b*tch, especially one that ain't mine (Yah)
I'ma tax your ass if you think I'ma pull up for a dime (b*tch, you stupid)
And don't match me with the gas if you is rolling a .5
She a ten, but talk too much, I had to drop her to a nine (Damn)
I got the gas that'd make you choke, the type to feel it in your throat
She so wet when we be f*ckin', so I pull off, and I'm gone (I'm gone)
All my n*ggas really shootin', and my mama got a Wesson (She do)
I smoke way too much to give a f*ck about a b*tch, I'm stressin' (Let's go, yeah, b*tch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, fours up, yeah, that's what my people say (Hey, yah)
And, b*tch, yeah, we rollin' this (Ayy, yah), so ain't no running from this fate (Ah)
Yeah, all my n*ggas will kill you (They do)
All my n*ggas will shoot you (They will)
Is you stupid?
Hold up, b*tch is you— uh, is you geekin'? (Is you geekin'?)
b*tch, you trippin' (b*tch, you trippin')
I copped a pack (I copped a pack), and I ain't sharin' (And I ain't sharin')
Ooh, you lackin'? (Ooh, you lackin'?)
Yeah, we bussin' (Yeah, we bussin')
Straight headshots, n*gga, no concussion (Uh, today), uh, uh
Oh my, you can't tell me sh*t today
Flooded out my b*tch today
And I'm on it, if you want it, he might get killed today
Bands up in my pocket
And I'm smoking on that rocket
Once a n*gga off the gas, man, I swear it ain't no stoppin'
[Outro]
Ah, yeah
Boy, you stupid
Uh, yeah
Did you take a loss? Haha, yeah
f*ckin' with team, n*gga, ayy, that's a f*cking loss, haha
sh*t, uhm, that's a loss, yeah (I'm so sorry, bro)
That's a loss, yeah (Love you, mama, love you, mama), uh
I'm out this b*tch (Ah), yeah