f*ck THE SYSTEM lyrics

She give me head like she riding
She [?] my di*k because I am assertive
I'm on the comeup and that is objective
These white men on twitter think that they're progressive
Progressing into a smart n*gga
Depression
I wish all these pussies would stay out my mentions
These n*ggas are laughing to teach them a lesson
Pull the stick out

f*ck the police I be breaking the law
If this pus*y run up then I'm breaking his jaw
With a .38 on me get shot in the mall
I was serving a zip [?]

I wish these crackers would give me my n*gga back

b*tch, I'm riding the trap and I'm putting in work

[Fony Wallace]
Ay man you already know what the f*ck goin on lets get it
I'm a piece of sh*t I'm finna make the pus*y [?]
Shorty finna pop a xan then she gonna want a perc
Imma put it in her butt, Imma make her pus*y squirt
Then she gonna scream my name "Oo Samsvng Bling!"
b*tch I'm smoking backwoods, got my eyes chong ching
I be snatching n*ggas chains, I be taking n*ggas rings
Junkies blowing up my phone that sh*t go ring ring
And I'm serving all this crack, I just sling, sling, sling
Imma get deep in your b*tch, she gon sing, sing, sing
Working at McDonalds? N-not my thing b*tch
Imma get the Glock and let it bling, bling, bling
All these b*tches call me daddy like they don't know my name
I've got b*tches yelling at me saying they need more cocaine
Sold some kid some f*cking xanax, he'd been fiending for some days
My teachers give me straight A's cause they fiending for the yay
Popped a xan before my class, b*tch, I just ruined my day
b*tch, I'm steady serving crack tryna beat the fees away
n*gga if you ain't get money why you came outside today?
Say he making all this money but his credit card declined
And he caught a f*cking ticket but his Dad just paid his fine
I'm a rich ass n*gga, so I do not check the time
I might turn some sh*t to henny, I ain't turn this sh*t to wine
Had to bring a b*tch back cause she didn't [?]
Yeah she said she need an eighth but I sold that b*tch a dime
[?]
b*tch all the time
b*tch get down
We finna ride
If you really talking nice, you won't here a sound
If you mess with Christ it go bow, bow, bow!
Ay, who got the lean? I'm tryna cop right now
b*tch, I'm high up off these percs and I'm never coming down
b*tch, I [?] so we ain't finna tussle
If a n*gga get crazy Imma shoot him like I'm Rustle
I be serving crack right on Front Street
[Oh when I pull up on a b*tch]
She want my meat!
[She gon hop up on my di*k]
And drink my seed!
b*tch, cashapp me that money, we ain't gotta meet
I could double all your funds
PayPal me!
When you see the [?] 16 gold teeth