F.U.T.C lyrics

[Hook]
Call all the hommies
Call all the broads
I got some liquor
Order some more
What else we need? Maybe some trees
Bumping my sh*t at the party
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib

f*ck up the crib

[Verse 1]
Hit up my homies
They know wassup
Asked them if they tryna kick it tonight and they told "Why not?"
So I call em hunnies
They excited as f*ck
They say they ain't got a ride, so I told em I'm sending the truck
These b*tches is generous
And that's with the pus*y [?]
This sh*t could get scandalous
Her bf is tripping but he ain't gon' say sh*t
He know he can't handle us
Yeah he know he can't handle us
Cause my n*ggas is dangerous
Yeah my homies is murderers
Standing on the couch while I'm spilling Cranberry on these hoes, like "My bad"
It's Rose city n*gga, so you know I gotta live fresh all day, goddamn
Pillow fight then I gotta beat the pus*y up, tell those b*tches "Don't fight fare"
Shawty wanna talk about love, but that sh*t so last year

[Hook]
Call all the hommies
Call all the broads
I got some liquor
Order some more
What else we need? Maybe some trees
Bumping my sh*t at the party
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib
[Verse 2]
These hoes ain't tripping, they swallow
Cause they know I'm David Genero
I keep trill like my negro
Mafia music, fuego
And no we don't ball on the budget
I need more ice in my bucket
We had them shook but I love it
And then I came back with that [?]
Hommies be thinking I'm Bhuda
[?]
What you know about ridin' round in the hood with [?]
Hommie was broke but you know they had b*tches like Zuma
Y'all could be smelling like fishes, plural
I tried to tell em my n*gga
But they wouldn't listen my n*gga
Met at the club and I sent em my sh*t
But ain't none of these n*ggas got back to me, sh*t
But, never mind that
f*ck the nonsense
I'ma do me, masturbation
Now we in the building
f*ck a n*gga feelings
I know they gon'get it, they gon' f*cking feel it
I say Xikwembu, look what you did to me!
Don't give a f*ck, my hommies are celibate
I've been a west n*gga, homies is feeling it
Cause I put em up on that real sh*t
[Hook]
(Now what you gon' do?
Call all the hommies
(What you gon' do?)
Call all the broads
(Man what you got?)
I got some liquor
(That's not enough)
Order some more
(There's something missing)
What else we need?
(We need some trees, yeah)
Maybe some trees
Bumping my sh*t at the party
(Yah, yah, yah)
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib
(f*ck up the crib with my n*ggas)
f*ck up the crib
f*ck up the crib
(Yung Swiss n*gga)
f*ck up the crib