f*ck n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
Yall ain't seen me with money yet n*gga
You seen every version of me n*gga
You ain't seen me rich dog you dont know me n*gga

[Chorus]
Ay
f*ck n*gga
I do a b*tch like ghost did
Lil rap n*gga wanna work with me
Rip a n*gga off then blame it on the showbiz
Welcome to Hollywood b*tch ass n*gga
If I find something sharp you gon' get stabbed with it
You like this flow? I stole it
Press me about to get your eyeball swollen
Fresh everyday like Tyriq
I ain't' playin with y'all n*ggas it's a bye week (f*ck n*gga)
I ain't' do sh*t y'all told me to do and I'm still in the game like Kyrie
FN on me lil f*ck n*gga (yo)
You don't believe me n*gga come try me
Facecard good in these streets f*ck n*gga (yo)
I ain't' never pulling out a ID (no sir)
Glock 19 what I pull out
BBC what I pull out
b*tch ass n*gga be sleeping on the pull out
AR-15 made him cool out
Don't make me pull the knife out (yo)
Ran out of ops everybody got wiped out
Hit em' with a pipe n*gga pipe down
Everybody coming outside in a nightgown
You can't survive in my zip code (no)
b*tch ass n*gga still stuck in a sh*thole
sh*ttin' on n*ggas it's a sh*t-show
b*tch ass n*gga it's a brand new episode
Doc Jeff higher than cholesterol (yo)
Weak ass n*gga, should've ate some more vegetables
Glock 17, get shot in your testicles (yo. f*ck n*gga)
Call up the plug cause I'm coming for the rest of those
Broke ass n*gga don't know about decimals
They don't want to let me on the festivals
Aim at the crowd f*ck n*gga that's crowd control
Head so fire put the b*tch in a talent show
Do this every night like Jimmy Fallon Show
You ain't' really worth killing n*gga, the bounty low
n*gga ever walk down on me, down he goes
Next time you gon' think again, Geronimo
Put her on the corner, met the b*tch at the corner store
Broke ass n*gga always standing in front of the store
I'll flirt with another b*tch in front of my hoe
I'm not Tory Lanez, you get shot in your camel toe
Gotta' problem to fix, finna' see where my hammer go
sh*ttin' on n*ggas, yeah n*gga my manners low
p*ssed on a b*tch, it was kind of romantic though
F-Type Jag what I'm riding in
b*tch ass n*gga didn't die I gotta' try again
Jeffery on fire can call all the firemen
Smack a little b*tch, b*tch lie again
Can't believe Jeffery getting high again
Eyes all thin like the motherf*cking china-man
b*tch ass n*gga gon' step in the line then
Jeffery getting bands, you get hit with a violin
You get hit with a instrument
Broke ass n*gga keep paying in increments
Broke ass n*gga start working on fixing it
Lame ass n*gga saw a b*tch started whistling
Lame ass b*tch just asked if I'm ticklish
Bust all on her Invisalign
Break a n*gga leg then, come back break the hoe again while he healing it
Cooking up the beef I'm grilling it
Soft ass n*gga you a god damn gentleman
Smack the lil b*tch she a feminist
Gon' head pick you a poison I'm venomous
Cooked up some beef f*ck n*gga come finish it, come eat
Tie a n*gga up hold him down for four weeks
Cold ass world I ain't riding with no heat