f*ck Austin lyrics

[Verse 1 - 209 God]

f*ck Austin I thought you were my homie, now I find out you're spending all my money, it's good that i got your f*cking address, 116 Ave, i'm doing something funny. Better be prepared kid you know i'm coming. 50 Mill or motherf*cking nothing

[Verse 2 - 209 God]

Your girl got with you for the thrill, let's be real she was only after dollar bills, you fell in love kid met her at a club, i'm f*cking done kid thought he found the one, i'm only doing this sh*t for the fun, it's just begun

[Verse 3 - 209 God]

Yeah i'm here to do this sh*t for real, i'm not here to make a dollar bill, no subliminals i'm getting straight to the point, but first let me go roll a f*cking joint. First night this kids girl wanted dinner, so he bought it now she back on tinder, f*ck kid get your bread up, when he sees his uncle in public in his car best believe he speeds up

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[Hook] - Speaker Knockerz]

Started out with nothing I was hungry
Now I got a couple n*ggas b*tches on me
f*ck n*gga I don't wanna be your homie
I had to make a couple bands by me lonely
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely [x3]
f*ck n*gga I don't wanna be your homie

All I wanna do is count commas
I had to make a couple bands for the come up
Got kicked out the house I had no option
I was going through it with my moma
Ju-juggin and finnesin had to play it raw
Smoking weed dodging feds cause my head hard
When I dropped out I sad f*ck all of yall
Imagin pulling up to your school in the best car
I was born in 94 I got the tattoo
I just took his b*tch thats what that cash do
If you went from broke to rich quick you would brag too
I'm sorry I finnessed you out your money but I had too