"F Dat" lyrics
Nigga did you dirty
And back doored you
Nigga what's that
Running and get ya blicky
This shit sticky nigga fuck dat
Ya lil shit done sucked a nigga dick and you still trust dat
She a Treish toss her to da streets my nigga fuck dat
I helped too many pussy niggas out
I had to cut back
I pick a drum up for I be ya come up nigga fuck dat
Niggas hating so much I never asked them where the love at
But playing in my face like I ain't me my nigga fuck dat
They done chose a side my nigga fuck em hoes
Yeah, I'm sliding if you slide my nigga fuck them hoes
Ain't no bro's of mine like straight up nigga fuck em hoes
I'm sliding if you sliding my nigga fuck them hoes
Nah that sucker shit don't represent the ghetto children
Tap in witcha real ones
Tap in witcha real ones
I still remember running through those projects buildings
Tap in wit my real ones tap in wit my real ones
Ok nigga
Fuck ya feelings
We don't got those here
We so deep in the streets
Its fucked up like the pot holes here
The opps be plotting
Ain't no time for acting macho here
They popping oxycodone
Poverty rising
And cops don't care
They got plenty guns
Beef for nothing to kill anyone
It ain't any fun
When a mama crying for her son
Fuck we looking taking bullshit off you hoe niggas
I ain't buying no VVS for no gold diggers
Ohh, you a bold nigga you violated the code nigga
The streets fucked us up and turned us to some cold nigga
You a code switcha a shape shifter
A bluffin ass pump faker a fake nigga
I hate niggas like dat
Its going down like a ice pack
On a sprained ankle
Take the same angle they took
Ain't no such thing as a half way crook
Everybody get shook
Wear no nice chains at the dice game nigga
Everybody get booked
This is the bulletin we buying bullets for bullies cuz everybody get cooked
If they play crazy
That's from 8-80
I just put the pancake rims
On the grey Mercedes
AMG 63
Head on swivel
Shit get deep
Nigga sleep in box
Wit they face made up
Laid up
Cuz they didn't have they mind made up
Straight up
That boy high or something
Bugging that'll get you sprayed up
Out here, napping get you
And you never wake up
On the internet beefing
That's too much rap
Now the police in ya business
You must want dat
Niggas telling on they self they need to hush dat
You doing everything but reaching where ya clutch at to bust dat
Nigga did you dirty
And back doored you
Nigga what's that
Running and get ya blicky
This shit sticky nigga fuck dat
Ya lil shit done sucked a nigga dick and you still trust dat
She a Treish toss her to da streets my nigga fuck dat
I helped too many pussy niggas out
I had to cut back
I pick a drum up for I be ya come up nigga fuck dat
Niggas hating so much I never asked them where the love at
But playing in my face like I ain't me my nigga fuck dat
And back doored you
Nigga what's that
Running and get ya blicky
This shit sticky nigga fuck dat
Ya lil shit done sucked a nigga dick and you still trust dat
She a Treish toss her to da streets my nigga fuck dat
I helped too many pussy niggas out
I had to cut back
I pick a drum up for I be ya come up nigga fuck dat
Niggas hating so much I never asked them where the love at
But playing in my face like I ain't me my nigga fuck dat
They done chose a side my nigga fuck em hoes
Yeah, I'm sliding if you slide my nigga fuck them hoes
Ain't no bro's of mine like straight up nigga fuck em hoes
I'm sliding if you sliding my nigga fuck them hoes
Nah that sucker shit don't represent the ghetto children
Tap in witcha real ones
Tap in witcha real ones
I still remember running through those projects buildings
Tap in wit my real ones tap in wit my real ones
Ok nigga
Fuck ya feelings
We don't got those here
We so deep in the streets
Its fucked up like the pot holes here
The opps be plotting
Ain't no time for acting macho here
They popping oxycodone
Poverty rising
And cops don't care
They got plenty guns
Beef for nothing to kill anyone
It ain't any fun
When a mama crying for her son
Fuck we looking taking bullshit off you hoe niggas
I ain't buying no VVS for no gold diggers
Ohh, you a bold nigga you violated the code nigga
The streets fucked us up and turned us to some cold nigga
You a code switcha a shape shifter
A bluffin ass pump faker a fake nigga
I hate niggas like dat
Its going down like a ice pack
On a sprained ankle
Take the same angle they took
Ain't no such thing as a half way crook
Everybody get shook
Wear no nice chains at the dice game nigga
Everybody get booked
This is the bulletin we buying bullets for bullies cuz everybody get cooked
If they play crazy
That's from 8-80
I just put the pancake rims
On the grey Mercedes
AMG 63
Head on swivel
Shit get deep
Nigga sleep in box
Wit they face made up
Laid up
Cuz they didn't have they mind made up
Straight up
That boy high or something
Bugging that'll get you sprayed up
Out here, napping get you
And you never wake up
On the internet beefing
That's too much rap
Now the police in ya business
You must want dat
Niggas telling on they self they need to hush dat
You doing everything but reaching where ya clutch at to bust dat
Nigga did you dirty
And back doored you
Nigga what's that
Running and get ya blicky
This shit sticky nigga fuck dat
Ya lil shit done sucked a nigga dick and you still trust dat
She a Treish toss her to da streets my nigga fuck dat
I helped too many pussy niggas out
I had to cut back
I pick a drum up for I be ya come up nigga fuck dat
Niggas hating so much I never asked them where the love at
But playing in my face like I ain't me my nigga fuck dat
