PBR lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1 UGLY FRANK]

Noticin' I don't give a f*ck about nobody lately
Turnin' parties down, turnin' all the hotties out
Return your baby mama maybe
Who the f*ck you think you f*ckin' with
I ain't on no sucka sh*t
Text a b*tch and suckin' her tits ugly Frankie
Quite f*ckin' frankly I don't give a mothaf*ck
I want my mothaf*ckin' money n*gga f*ck the wating
L-I-N-E drive me f*ckin' crazy
Every b*tch I ever wifed up f*ckin' hate me
f*ck you shady n*ggas
f*ck you shady b*tches all up on my di*k
Takin' pictures of my baby picture
Only n*gga I really ride with came up out the womb with
Punchin' like a mosh pit baby Hitler
Evergreen, Khris Kream, n*gga Frankie Fingers
Only n*ggas in my ranking n*gga
I don't really f*ck with nobody else
Dumpin' off shotty shells
Drunk as f*ck shot himself
Aw naw momma told me ask God for help
Only thing that she don't know is that
I sold my soul for a watch and cell
Faded, impatient, ugly, lost as hell
Hannah told me I am not myself
How the f*ck she know
Three hoes, stuffed up in a limo
Told me I could f*ck 'em if I keep it on the D-low
Knowin' me though, I Instagrammed it for that steelo
Started jammin', stole some panties, smoked a gram with my negro
Negro please, you think you steez in that pea coat?
Probably with my clique talk to your b*tch in my street clothes
Really young as f*ck and mobbin' with no f*ckin' guidance
I don't give a f*ck about 'em n*gga f*ck yo' problems
Only n*gga that I'm ridin' for is ugly Thomas
f*ck yo' b*tch, f*ck yo' posse
f*ck yo' clique, f*ck yo' momma
Drama, oh I'm widdit n*gga what's the beef
Twistin' caps back gapped like my f*ckin' teeth
Ooh, I'm drawin' blood like f*ck Blue
f*ck the candy coat my n*gga
Matte Black the f*ckin' Jeep
I'm juggin' like a mothaf*ckin' hoodlum n*gga
Shout out to Retchy P part three [?] n*gga
Look, miss me with that shoulda coulda woulda n*gga
Cause you didn't c*cksucker you a pus*y b*tch n*gga
Look, I'm really f*ckin' out chea
We recruitin' n*ggas like a mothaf*ckin' scout yeah
Chill lil' homie see them 720's out chea
There he go see him tryna stunt take him out yeah
Gold watch and this gold chain
And this passport and this [house plant?]
Clear the f*ckin' streets out
Streets sweep they self here
Tears tattooed on my face
I continue at this rate I'll be dead by 28
Straight tears tattooed on my face
I continue at this rate I'll be dead by 28
[Outro]