​fukdatn*gga lyrics

[Intro]
(You have no heart!)

[Verse: Jaydes]
Yo b*tch not touchin' my b*tch (touchin' my b*tch)
I might just roll me a spliff
Maybe might smoke 'til I'm sick
And yo b*tch smoking on cigs, huh
Kick the b*tch out of my crib, damn
If you not suckin’ the di*k, huh (need to get out of this b*tch)
I'm getting high, getting disrespectful
She f*ck with him, I'm a different level
I might just sh*t on this instrumental
I got my choppa aimed at your mental
I take his chain, well that sh*t not metal
Love with his b*tch, and I push her pedal
Then she gon' ask me to pick her friends up
They came to the crib, and that sh*t was settled

[Verse: Maajins]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Damn, this b*tch got me lil' p*ssed
Spin yo block, with a green beam like I’m [?]
A nerd lil' n*gga, you talk with a lisp, yeah
He tried to slide, with the gang (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
(Opens gon' cost you a fee)
pus*y ass n*gga, I make yo' whole savings in one day, so please don't go talking to me
I'm wit' yo b*tch in the A (Haha), then I flew back to NJ (South)
pus*y ass n*gga tried to diss me, but my shooters get you gone today
We at his house, spray day
I'm in yo' b*tch mouth, while you ain't here
.223, taking the dye out your hair
It could be hot, but I’m rockin' Moncler-
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
pus*y ass n*gga, who the f*ck is you?
Oh, that's his b*tch? She suckin' me too
I hit his mom, and his ho, thats a deuce (Hey, hey)
And this n*gga music poo
(sh*t ass n*gga, and this n*gga music poo)
Yeah, yeah
I ain't wanna have to bully lil' bro
Look at my target, yeah that toolie gon' show
I know where you get it, yo dad is a ho
Homeboy, asked me to fly out your momma
Never gon' blow, opposite Osama
I’m handing out hits, b*tch call me Obama
[?] b*tch!