Blow The Fye lyrics

[Chorus]
If n*ggas get to clutchin' then b*tch I’ma blow the fye
The hard way or the soft, n*gga you decide
If I said 5 minutes, man I usually lie
A brick of fetty and some yay, it'd do me fine
If n*ggas get to actin' iffy, I’ma blow the fye
Pull up with that motherf*ckin' glizzy and bust you down
b*tch, all of my n*ggas get busy, we don't f*ck around

[Verse]
Every trap n*gga need a bad b*tch just to hold him down
If you do the wrong maneuver, then b*tch I'm gon' bust you down
Roid dealer and the shooter, hope they don't take me down
Beat the b*tch pus*y, and for sure think she hate me now
[?] in the cut, you tried to take my sh*t
b*tch think shе need her in hell or she can't takе that sh*t
Jumpin', doing tricks, f*ck around, I really break my sh*t
Hit his ass up, yeah he thought I was a f*ckin’ player
Better get his ass up, couldn’t make it through the hole
Lil b*tch, I wet his ass up, n*gga thought he was a f*ckin' coochie
b*tch I gotta run the racks up, I ain’t worried 'bout no f*ckin' coochie

[Chorus]
If n*ggas get to clutchin' then b*tch I’ma blow the fye
The hard way or the soft way, n*gga you decide
If I sell 5 [?], man I usually lie
A brick of fetty and some yay, it'd do me fine
If n*ggas get to actin' iffy, I'ma blow the fye
Pull up with that motherf*ckin' glizzy and bust you down
b*tch, all of my n*ggas get busy, we don't f*ck around