Fukk Off lyrics

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[Intro: Blue Pesos]
You know the truth, n*gga
f*ck off (Viper)
(Durag straight slappin' sh*t)

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Playin' with the Stincs, you miss your friend, you could join him
Hittin' on a b*tch, it ain't gon' stop the ho from rollin'
Burn early with me 'cause it's finna be a long journey
My lifestyle different, I get money, we got different worries
Bop-bop, stiffler pokin' on me like a pornstar
Always packin' heat, introduce this boy to Long John
Questionin' my raps, don't you know I'm 'bout my co-sign?
I might hit this b*tch, I ain't seen her in a long time
Advise you play it cool, that's best bet, but sh*t, who am I?
Your last day on Earth, if you speak, bro, I said it nice
A million streams a month, n*gga, beat it, I don't gotta sign
Big MAC on me, rest in peace to a small fry
Don't [?], b*tches suck 'cause they don't shinе
Small amount of worries, lookin' mad, P is so odd
n*ggas tryna put they two cents and thеn drop dimes
Another one bites the dust, opposition flatlined, ugh

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
All in my comments actin' gay, n*gga, f*ck off
Empty handed, b*tch, is you stupid? sh*t, f*ck off
Spendin' all your time tryna compete, n*ggas broke bums
No, you can't eat off my plate, n*gga, f*ck off
sh*t
All in my comments actin' gay, n*gga, f*ck off
Empty handed, b*tch, is you stupid? sh*t, f*ck off
Spendin' all your time tryna compete, n*ggas broke bums
n*gga
No, you can't eat off my plate, n*gga, f*ck off
[Verse 2: Duffy]
Holdin' di*k, go get some money, n*gga, f*ck off
In other words, beat it, kick rocks, n*gga, get lost
We keep scorin' on these n*ggas, they ain't touch the ball
I think she like me 'cause my neck like Niagara Falls
sh*t, these n*ggas cornballs
All talk to Pippy Longstocking out, then jaws drop
Never will I fall, if I do, get up and dust off
I've been chasin' uchies all night, a lot of missed calls
He ain't never slid on nothin', that's a man's job
Make a move, holes in him like he SpongeBob
I'll kill him, bro, the arguin' ain't necessary
I know she love me, lost connection when she said it to me
Told her, "Add to the collection, bae, we stackin' chili"
Too greedy, kept goin' once I got a taste of winnin'
Cold demon, I ain't mean to have no bad intentions
Same old Draco on me, shootin' like a new invention
I be trippin', always nervous, hear it in my rhythm?
If you ain't family, bro, I'm barely even cool with n*ggas
Who is he? I heard his block taped in white chalk
I'm in Neiman Marcus spillin' mud, yeah, this Wockhardt

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
All in my comments actin' gay, n*gga, f*ck off
Empty handed, b*tch, is you stupid? sh*t, f*ck off
Spendin' all your time tryna compete, n*ggas broke bums
No, you can't eat off my plate, n*gga, f*ck off
sh*t
All in my comments actin' gay, n*gga, f*ck off
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