​fyg lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
f*ck your gang and f*ck your clique (Okay, okay, okay)
I cannot associate with f*ck n*ggas up in this b*tch (Yeah, f*ck your gang, yeah, f*ck your gang, f*ck your gang)
f*ck your gang and f*ck your clique
I cannot associate with f*ck n*ggas up in this b*tch (Yeah, f*ck your gang, yeah, f*ck your gang, f*ck your gang)
(D-D-D-DJ OB1)
(You are about to enter the simulation)

[Verse 1]
That n*gga fell off but tryna start beef (On God)
Start showing love, I can't give that for free (On God)
I been that n*gga, no one can compete (On God, no one, no one)
See opportunities, these n*ggas leech
I don’t engage with that, I'm out of reach (On God)
These n*ggas fake, I'm not afraid to speak (On God, on God, on God)
You know I blew up while you at your peak (On God, at your peak, b*tch)
None of these lil’ n*ggas near me be talkin' bout' monеy cause they can't evеn afford my rate (Afford my rate, my rate)
You n*ggas probably think I work for the UPS at the rate that I serve out pape' (Servin' out pape', servin' out pape’)
Know that I’m talkin' bout’ paper, rockin' out, do that sh*t in my Ravers (Oh, yeah)
Know that I'm a top dog, valuable player, making plays in this sh*t like the [?] (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

[Chorus]
b*tch (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
f*ck your gang and f*ck your clique (Okay, okay, okay)
I cannot associate with f*ck n*ggas up in this b*tch (Yeah, f*ck your gang, yeah, f*ck your gang, f*ck your gang)
f*ck your gang and f*ck your clique
I cannot associate with f*ck n*ggas up in this b*tch (Yeah, f*ck your gang, yeah, f*ck your gang, f*ck your gang)
[Verse 2]
These n*ggas swearin' they hot sh*t
I already told ’em to pop sh*t (On God)
Know that they watch how I rock, b*tch (How I rock, b*tch)
Your b*tch gon' fly down my c*ckpit
Keepin' that sh*t in my sock, b*tch (My sock, b*tch)
Know I've been had this on lock, b*tch (Oh, yeah)
She wanna play with my locs, b*tch (My locs)
Cut a boy off 'cause he toxic
That n*gga wearin' all black cause that sh*t a trend, hol' up
This n*gga wearing Rick, now, n*gga, you was just rockin', huh
Them colors that Bape, n*ggas was livin' a lie, that sh*t fake
That n*gga career, that sh*t a mistake
Stay out the studio, that sh*t a waste (wxstwrld, b*tch, yeah)

[Chorus]
f*ck your gang and f*ck your clique (Okay, okay, okay)
I cannot associate with f*ck n*ggas up in this b*tch (Yeah, f*ck your gang, yeah, f*ck your gang, f*ck your gang)
f*ck your gang and f*ck your clique
I cannot associate with f*ck n*ggas up in this b*tch (Yeah, f*ck your gang, yeah, f*ck your gang, f*ck your gang)

[Outro]
f*ck your gang and f*ck your clique (Okay, okay, okay)
I cannot associate with f*ck n*ggas that's in this b*tch (Yeah, f*ck your gang, yeah, f*ck your gang, f*ck your gang)
f*ck your gang and f*ck your clique
I cannot associate with f*ck n*ggas that's in this b*tch (Yeah, f*ck your gang, yeah, f*ck your gang, f*ck your gang)