f*ck n*ggas lyrics

[Verse 2: Foogiano]
Don't like f*ck n*ggas, but I love b*tches
Young n*ggas, they some real killers
Wig splitters, body flippers
Put him to sleep if he talking pickle
Diamonds dancing, yeah real icy, yeah real cold like a igloo
You gone take something from who n*gga? yea pus*y boy try your best move
b*tch left you, was her best move
Said you're played out, boy you're ice cubes
Im a chemist boy i need a test tube
I'll finesse you like a chess move
And these bullets, they will make your chest move
He a patrick, man check out old dude
Got these bands and I make em flip
Patrick i'l get you dipped
Ice cold, need a sip
The new king, I ain't tip
But i'll turn yo ass to lil flip
Big rounds with the long clip
It's the mayor with the mob, n*gga
Have them youngins in your yard, n*gga
In my mouth I got 6 figures so I dont f*ck around with no f*ck n*ggas