Sounds Fun lyrics

[Intro: FR-Brazy & Slimey Tay]
sh*t sounds fun don't it, sh*t sounds fun
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Quatro with da blick, Tay slime with 'em

[Chorus: FR-Brazy]
Drilling in her pus*y, yeah that sh*t feels good don't it (yeah)
They told me to stop my sh*t, but young n*gga still going (b*tch)
Shootin' all the Draco's, yeah that sh*t look fun don't it (yeah)
You the type of n*gga who put a drum on it (Ay)
I'm the type of n*gga who gone spark the beef up (heat)
She's the type of n*gga who like the get her feet sucked (what?)
So much ice on, they pull up with heaters (pussies)
Two-Stones on my wrist, but young n*gga geeked up

[Verse 1: FR-Brazy]
I'm a lil b*tch, slime what you talkin' 'bout
All these little b*tch tryna get on my di*k, for some f*ckin' clout
Every month n*gga make molly, yeah a hunnid thou'
n*gga thought he was him, so why so much blood is burstin' out
You a ho' n*gga (You a ho')
I spеnd forty-thousand on some brand new clothes n*gga
Sounds fun n*gga, geekеd up when I want n*gga
Snatchin' souls, "That n*gga Flippa the Grim Reaper", b*tch
n*gga don't even have no fire
These n*ggas don't even have no b*tches, If they say they do, then they a liar
I really came from rag to riches, workin' overtime, you know I'm tired
Lookin' in the mirror, cause that n*gga got me inspired n*gga
47 gang crazy, we gone smoke 'em like a blunt
pus*y ass n*gga f*ck with us and he get stumped
Gang bangin', n*gga do that sh*t sounds fun?
Pull up the crib, shoot the house, shoot the truck
All my sheisty n*ggas be on scheming
Real oppy, those are the n*ggas we be skeetin'
We will never smoke a pus*y n*gga for no reason
All my opps just some f*ckin' names, they no bein's
[Chorus: FR-Brazy & Yungan Billy]
Drilling in her pus*y, yeah that sh*t feels good don't it (yeah)
They told me to stop my sh*t, but young n*gga still going (b*tch)
Shootin' all the Draco's, yeah that sh*t look fun don't it (yeah)
You the type of n*gga who put a drum on it (Ay)
I'm the type of n*gga who gone spark the beef up (heat)
She's the type of n*gga who like the get her feet sucked (what?)
So much ice on, they pull up with heaters (pussies)
Two-Stones on my wrist, but young n*gga geeked up (Billy)

[Verse 2: Yungan Billy]
n*ggas gettin' mad we puttin' ice on, ay
n*ggas call use 4-5, mer and Quatro, ay
4-5 I want a n*gga to come catch me, Like the 12 homie (What?)
When you on that baby talk, you gone get danced on (Bih)
Workin' out and lickin' di*k, she doin' sit-up (Nasty)
4-5 always havin' a f*ckin' click, And get dripped up (Bih)
Diamonds, all over my body, they can't see us (Yeah)
My opps really sneaky, you can't tell when they peek up (Pussies)
n*gga got killed for treason (b*tches)
I got my ice on, n*gga I can change the whole season (Ice)
Your b*tch keep on creepin', Your b*tch keep on teasin' (Freak)
Your b*tch ain't loyal, cause she wants me in her deep in (Freak)
Hearin' the blah, blah, blah, that sh*t sounds fun (Yeah)
All that ash around me, that my opps and my new blunts (Yeah)
I found me a new one, I found me an old gun (Yeah)
I f*ckin' with DGR, cause my n*ggas show real love (Yeah)
n*gga gettin' rich, and they ask how
All the stans are stalkin' me, they lookin' at my background
I don't even know what, and I'm not gonna even ask how
These n*ggas mad I'm on one, fresh of a P-P-P-P-P, ay
[Chorus: FR-Brazy & Yungan Billy]
Drilling in her pus*y, yeah that sh*t feels good don't it (yeah)
They told me to stop my sh*t, but young n*gga still going (b*tch)
Shootin' all the Draco's, yeah that sh*t look fun don't it (yeah)
You the type of n*gga who put a drum on it (Ay)
I'm the type of n*gga who gone spark the beef up (heat)
She's the type of n*gga who like the get her feet sucked (what?)
So much ice on, they pull up with heaters (pussies)
Two-Stones on my wrist, but young n*gga geeked up (Billy)