F U 2x lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, everybody with me got motion, duh
Moshpit, Baby, open it up (Yeah, yeah)
Five in the morning, open the club (Let's go)
Ran out of ones, so I'm throwin' a dub (f*ckin' it up)
Clean as a whistle, straight from the mud (Real mud)
She know she a dime, but I treat her like a dub
Went around the world, all I needed was a buzz (Oh, yeah)
Tryna hang with us, you gon' have to have a plug
Question of the day, do I still sell drugs? (Do what?)
Yeah-yeah, motherf*cker, what you want? Pull up
I done had the baddest of the baddest put up (Okay)
Every time I take a picture, throw the hood up (On God)
Every time it time to handle business, stood up (Stacked)
n*gga think he runnin' off with mine, good luck
She know she the one, but I barely even call (Yeah)
Fake good b*tch, so I treat her like a dog
All fly sh*t, you won't catch her in the mall
Real dream team, each set huggin' ball
Twenty foreign cars, I ain't never gotta walk
Billion dollar lawyer, I ain't never gotta talk
Streets love me, ain't never fallin' off
Bought a Cartier bracelet, she don't never take 'em off

[Chorus]
Claim to be a player, but I f*cked your wife (Ooh)
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, f*ck your life (Lil' boy)
All she want, a young n*gga to f*ck her right (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, all money and no emotion, yeah (Yes, sir)
"Can't be f*cked with," my slogan, yeah (Yes, sir)
Trap house bunkin', that's brodie (That's brodie), yeah
Make another hundred, I'm focused (I'm focused), yeah
Shawty rockin' with me, she a whole pack
White sh*t, thick like Doja Cat
f*ckin' up the money, you wrong for that (Stupid)
Comin' through trim, we known for that (I do it)
You don't know another n*gga like this, I'm him
I ain't f*ckin' with these b*tches, fell back, they weird
Top tier women, I done had 'em on film (I tried)
My brothers my brothers, I don't got no family (Family)
Ridin' 'round the city with a chop' and a fin
Cross that line, sh*t, not gon' end (I ain't lyin')
I done T'd up, took my first lil' ten
She was ridin' in the Uber 'til I put her in the Benz (Big dog)
Real livin' legend, I had million dollar spots (You want)
Cocaine water, baking soda in the spot (Whip up)
Whole lot of pounds, we ain't never runnin' out
Goin' Baby land crazy, six thousand a pop (Come trim)
Whole lot of hatin', n*ggas hopin' that you flop
Ol' broke-ass n*gga, you need to go and get a job (Broke)
Knowin' that your b*tches start workin' with the cops (Ain't stop)
Talkin' to these b*tches, that's the reason he got robbed
[Chorus]
Claim to be a player, but I f*cked your wife (Ooh)
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, f*ck your life (Lil' boy)
All she want, a young n*gga to f*ck her right (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

[Outro]
f*ck ya twice, P
I tell ya (Hahaha), tell ya