Fuc You lyrics

[Intro]
Oo-ooh
Mmm

[Verse 1]
Had the rent up, like a [?] in these 97's
I been f*ckin' on your BM, she stay off 97
I'm just a broke ass n*gga, if I let you tell 'em (Laudiano)
But your b*tch be f*ckin' got it bustin', like a MAC-11, uh
[?] f*ck on a n*gga, ballin'
Heard your baby daddy out there trippin', I'ma all that
[?] problems, we don't start that
Talkin' out your ass, you gon' end up with the sh*t back (Yeah)
That .40 get to buckin' on your b*tch' ass
Like a suit and tie, b*tch, I'm with the business, uh (With the business)
Big white brick, like riff-raff
I be pushin' weight on the strip, like it's gym class
n*ggas be braggin' 'bout sh*t, that I been had
This jewelry cost three ki's n*gga, do the math (n*gga, do the math)
You don't wanna race with me, I throw this b*tch and drag (Skrrt, skrrt)
b*tch, you gotta pay the fee, can't give a b*tch a pass, uh (b*tch a pass)
Before you post with me, you gotta post a ad (Post a ad)
Before you layin' up with me, you gotta up a bag (Up a bag)
I don't do this sh*t for free, I'm 'bout my f*cking cash
Complainin' that you broke, but you on your f*cking ass
[Chorus]
Mama always told me not to f*ck with you suckers
I can't f*ck with these n*ggas or trust 'em
I can't hang with no b*tch, f*ck nothing
I just want the bag, baby, you just do the f*cking
Fate just hit my phone, said it's bustin'
Knife in front of that K, like a Russian
f*ck you and the n*ggas you run with (f*ck you)
f*ck you and the n*ggas you run with (f*ck you)

[Verse 2]
Big guns, big guns, I got big guns, big weight
All this coke, white, weigh a sh*t ton
Turn redrum, we don't buck guns, come and get some
We don't play with no opps, we gon' chip one
b*tch, I'm feeling myself, uh (Myself)
This face, I'm so high, I need help (I need help)
Big drank, I'ma sip it myself (Yeah)
Don't owe no n*ggas sh*t, b*tch, I did it myself, like (Like)
Hundred grand just knotch my belt, you (You)
Signing deals, gettin' put on a shelf, ayy (Ayy)
You type o' n*gga, they sadly don't bail you (You)
You type o' n*gga in trouble gon' tell
Thumb drive that Cadillac, a bat outta hell (Skrrt, skrrt)
b*tch, I just rap, I got rich of a scale (Of a scale)
Think it's a joke, like it's Kennan and Kel
The trap get to singin' like Patty Lebelle
[Chorus]
Mama always told me not to f*ck with you suckers
I can't f*ck with these n*ggas or trust 'em
I can't hang with no b*tch, f*ck nothing
I just want the bag, baby, you just do the f*cking
Fate just hit my phone, said it's bustin'
Knife in front of that K, like a Russian
f*ck you and the n*ggas you run with (f*ck you)
f*ck you and the n*ggas you run with (f*ck you)