Fukk Ya lyrics

I told my girl keep that crack up in dat pus*y
I might leak it
My momma told me to keep my grass cut
Cuz these n*ggas so cricket
Gotta watch out for these crickets
I one of the realest n*ggas living
I always wanted to be a boss
I neva talked jus payed attention
Free my brudda steph what a memory
We love f*cking b*tches
Why the f*ck he ain't here wit me
What da fuq the gon do with me
Momma told me to go in
Thanks for the permission
If i aim it i ain't missing
My brotha blazing like the kitchen
Im spittin like a semi
I go hard for it
A real menace for them benjis
Youll stave for it
A real plumber with the pipe
I bet your braud no it
And my whole team harder then gargoyles
We dont want yours
We the resoulution
If your ever play with lucci
Then... all my n*ggas shootin
Wait...
I was raised on the block
Me an aj was on the block
Remember how emmit spay up that mailbox
I never stay with my pops
Nah... thats why i love my women
I put my money over everythang
And never show no feeling
I will never reveal it
I burn em like a skillet
And they say life is short and we ain't even midgets
They say slow down you moving to fast
Im in that audi r8 i hope i dont crash
Cuz i live life to the fullest
Ion see nun like a bullet
Some of these n*gga c*ck suckers
And most of these n*ggas pus*y
Yea... and these n*ggas they ain't built for this
They jus wanna see you fall on some November sh*t
Well... jus remeber this
What dont kill ya make ya stronger
And im feeling ripped
Yea... shout out to tip my lil lady
Got some brothers goin brazy
Got a brother call me daily
Ay money why they hating
I mean money why they hating
No days off of vacation
Ill be hustling to my death date
I put that on my baby
Yeah... this sh*t crazy
Yeah... ay tell me why they hating
f*ck em all
I got a room full of bad b*tches
I might f*ck em all
Yea
Fukk what told this what im telling
And fukk what they sold this what im selling you