FINGERS AT THE f*cksh*t lyrics

[Chorus: Triple777]
Motha f*cka are you ready
We boutta f*ck it up
Get yo ass up in the pit b*tch I’m tryna see some blood
Let it spin spin spin
Till you can’t breathe out cho lungs
Poke a hole inside a demons skull and f*ck it till I c*m

Function
We throwin bodies at the function
f*cksh*t
We throwin fingers at the f*cksh*t
Function
We throwin bodies at the function
f*cksh*t
We throwin fingers at the f*cksh*t

[Verse 1: Triple777]
Where the f*ck all the tree at
We all got our vices you can’t judge that
From the wild Wild West I need my cowboy hat
This town ain’t built for us both you can’t be f*ckin whack
Starting riots in my room cause I’ve been Quarantined
I’m setting fire to this mic with my gasoline
Same sh*t always drop gotta intеrvene
Pumpin tracks out that no one has еver heard but me

[Bridge: Triple777]
We throwin fingers at the f*cksh*t
We throwin fingers at the f*cksh*t
I'm throwing fingers at the f*cksh*t
I'm throwing fingers at the f*cksh*t
I'm throwing fingers at the

[Verse 2: Triple777]
b*tch stop it
Motha f*cka tryna talk sh*t
You don’t understand you just toxic
Undermining all my causes
But I got the drip like facet
Stop with all that f*ckin nonsense
You gonna make me f*ckin nauseous
If you gotta problem wit me Motha f*cka say it I don’t like all of the gossip
Yuh it’s that spiked hair kid with the attitude
Lemme stomp my f*ckin foot and show you what I do
sh*t and spit on everything you ever thought was cool
And I’m just only fresh outta high school
So keep my name out cho mouth
Go suck di*k somewhere else for all that clout

[Chorus: Triple777]
Motha f*cka are you ready
We boutta f*ck it up
Get yo ass up in the pit b*tch I’m tryna see some blood
Let it spin spin spin
Till you can’t breathe out cho lungs
Poke a hole inside a demons skull and f*ck it till I c*m

Function
We throwin bodies at the function
f*cksh*t
We throwin fingers at the f*cksh*t
Function
We throwin bodies at the function
f*cksh*t
We throwin fingers at the f*cksh*t