"BTFU" lyrics
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Say you don't suck dick, stupid bitch wildin' (Uh)
Saucy ass nigga, motherfuck a damn stylist
Robin on my jeans got me flyer than a pilot (Come on)
I don't gotta stack 'cause the money keep pilin'
My beast of a player, all my ho's be the finest (Finest)
I'm a trophy nigga, what the fuck is a title? (Uh)
Fucked the nigga bitch, now he sick, stop whining
Ain't worried 'bout you busters, I'm on a whole different time end
Hottest nigga out, call the sun, bitch, I'm shinin' (Shinin')
I'm a dickhead, quit actin' like a vagina
She ain't let me fuck, now I'm fuckin' on her partner (Uh)
These bitches psyched out, want me to hit her with no condom (What?)
You ain't talkin' commas, hangin' up, period
I'm a nasty nigga, type to fuck you on your period
Nigga, is you dumb? Nigga, is you serious? (Yeah, uh, yeah)
Back the fuck up 'fore shit get real serious
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
Baby girl, drop that ass low like a six fo
Speed it up, baby girl, change that damn tempo (Tempo)
Yeah, lil' mama, shake that ass, get your bands up (Yeah)
Yeah, lil' girl, drop it low, pick that ass it up
I got tens, twenties, fifties and them hundreds (Hundreds)
I throw the money then I put it in her tummy (Uh)
I get them racks, baby girl, throw it back
Make that motherfucker clap, clap, let me know where you're at
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Back the fuck up
Back- Back the fuck up (Hey)
Back the fuck up
Back- Back the fuck up (Uh)
Back the fuck up
Act the fuck up
Back the fuck up
Back the fuck up
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Say you don't suck dick, stupid bitch wildin' (Uh)
Saucy ass nigga, motherfuck a damn stylist
Robin on my jeans got me flyer than a pilot (Come on)
I don't gotta stack 'cause the money keep pilin'
My beast of a player, all my ho's be the finest (Finest)
I'm a trophy nigga, what the fuck is a title? (Uh)
Fucked the nigga bitch, now he sick, stop whining
Ain't worried 'bout you busters, I'm on a whole different time end
Hottest nigga out, call the sun, bitch, I'm shinin' (Shinin')
I'm a dickhead, quit actin' like a vagina
She ain't let me fuck, now I'm fuckin' on her partner (Uh)
These bitches psyched out, want me to hit her with no condom (What?)
You ain't talkin' commas, hangin' up, period
I'm a nasty nigga, type to fuck you on your period
Nigga, is you dumb? Nigga, is you serious? (Yeah, uh, yeah)
Back the fuck up 'fore shit get real serious
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
Baby girl, drop that ass low like a six fo
Speed it up, baby girl, change that damn tempo (Tempo)
Yeah, lil' mama, shake that ass, get your bands up (Yeah)
Yeah, lil' girl, drop it low, pick that ass it up
I got tens, twenties, fifties and them hundreds (Hundreds)
I throw the money then I put it in her tummy (Uh)
I get them racks, baby girl, throw it back
Make that motherfucker clap, clap, let me know where you're at
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Hold up, back the fuck up (Back the fuck up)
You get too close, we might act the fuck up, hey
Back the fuck up
Back- Back the fuck up (Hey)
Back the fuck up
Back- Back the fuck up (Uh)
Back the fuck up
Act the fuck up
Back the fuck up
Back the fuck up
Writer(s): Dimitrius Lynch
