f*ck n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter]
f*ck n*gga gon' hate
I'm a just keep counting up

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Freeband Gang, Black Migo, we got all the packs
Cheep bricks, cheep bails, recipes and all that
If you ain't got your own money, b*tch, you need to fall back
Street n*gga snitching on the low, what we call that?
You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You say you the man, but ain't got a band
You a f*ck n*gga
I done did the math

[Verse 1: Maceo]
You a f*ck n*gga
Really, we don't f*ck with ya
[?] respect, I sware I'll let that chopper hit ya
Money so high, can't even see you n*ggas
I heard you f*cked up, wouldn't wanna be you n*ggas
You see them f*ck n*ggas, turn up on them f*ck n*ggas
We get money, they just watching, tryna clone a n*gga
You heard I got them bands, now them n*ggas mad
Everytime I go re-up, I spend a hundred cash
You say you getting money, where your f*cking bands?
BMG, we stack them bricks, and remix all the bags
Say you getting money, I ain't seen nothing
Brand new Giuseppes, cost 1100
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Freeband Gang, Black Migo, we got all the packs
Cheep bricks, cheep bails, recipes and all that
If you ain't got your own money, b*tch, you need to fall back
Street n*gga snitching on the low, what we call that?
You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You say you the man, but ain't got a band
You a f*ck n*gga
I done did the math

[Verse 2: Maceo]
If a n*gga with me, real bosses, and they getting money
Lotta n*ggas talk and look, but really, they ain't doing nothing
Pulling up in foreign whips, all my young n*ggas stunting
All your n*ggas starving, they can't wait just to take something
Freeband Gang, spend money like we growing trees
Sign for a hundred thousand, boy, it ain't sh*t to me
Still got trap houses, shop with us in Mexico
We ain't never running out, Migo [?]
Real dope boy, I can teach you how to get it
I'm the man in the city, I just spent a quarter ticket
And this sh*t ain't really nothing, street n*gga came from nothing
But a dollar and a dream, but I turned that sh*t into something
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Freeband Gang, Black Migo, we got all the packs
Cheep bricks, cheep bails, recipes and all that
If you ain't got your own money, b*tch, you need to fall back
Street n*gga snitching on the low, what we call that?
You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
You say you the man, but ain't got a band
You a f*ck n*gga
I done did the math