Fu Ass lyrics

[Chorus]
Ridin’ ‘round wit my gun
I knock a opp down, he done
I knock a opp down, we run
Too fast
I'm gettin money, my fu ass
Flexin’ with my fu ass
Im in Texas, with my fu ass
We runnin’ this sh*t, we stepping on n*ggas who ain't for that, like yea

[Verse]
Sayin’ he gettin money but he ain't doin that
Like yea
Choppa on my side, push his medulla back, like yea
Slide through, who is that? like yea
Slide through, shoot his ass, like yea
Know I do it bad, like yea
Know she wanna f*ck, like no
Everyday I gotta keep my pole
I’m getting money, that’s all I know
She want some Fendi, and she want Chanel
I’m like “Yеa, for sure”
I can tell
Don’t need a f*ckin’ whore
Go to hеll
Ion want you more
She just wanna come kick sh*t with me, see what I have in store
Oh well
I got money galore
Got my bail, f*ck it, let’s go to court
Im in a cell talking to the lord
Oh well
[Chorus]
Ridin’ ‘round wit my gun
I knock a opp down, he done
I knock a opp down, we run
Too fast
Im gettin money, my fu ass
Flexin’ with my fu ass
Im in Texas, with my fu ass
We runnin’ this sh*t, we stepping on n*ggas who ain't for that, like yea