"Fukk ts" lyrics
I ain't got no motherfuckin' heart
Open my door, put this ho out
I just said, "Fuck that shit," I just said, "Fuck that shit"
I shoot this shit up with my brother stick
Try callin' my bluff, I might bust ya, bitch
I feel like hurtin' somebody, yeah
We tryna hurt somebody, yeah
I'm tryna hurt somebody, yeah
Bitch, I really need some molly, yeah
Bitch, I really need some molly
Callin' my phone, let that fuck shit
Bitch, what I know? We on fuck shit
Clear the whole block with a buckshot
Tats on my chest, I look customized
Tats on my face, I look customized
Ah, your lil' temper, it goin' down
Call the cop whips to lil' LAZER
In the trap, ask for no favor
Bitch, I'm geeked up like I'm Febo
Flashlight, only hear your face glow
Dirty guns, I ain't even pay for it
Lost in the dice, I'm a gambler
Running with the sack, he a scrambler
Shootin' shit up, wake the neighbors
Young nigga scammin' 'em labels
I bring that pape' to the table
Lookin' for cap, ain't no cap with me
Shoot you if you try to come after me
Can't anybody smoke after me
Backwood punchin', I wrestle it
Come to your hood, then we mapping it
Make that ho kneel down like Kapernick
Blacked out, we live like some Africans
Take a nigga shit, we gon' raffle it
Spill out your blood, make a path with it
Comin' outside, shootin' barefooted
Nigga, don't bathe, dirty bath water
Talkin' 'bout guns, I'm the gun father
Slap yo' ass out with a beer bottle
Slide on yo' block, in a impala
I ain't got no motherfuckin' heart
Open my door, pu this ho out
I just said, "Fuck that shit," I just said, "Fuck that shit"
I shoot this shit up with my brother stick
Try callin' my bluff, I might bust ya, bitch
I feel like hurtin' somebody, yeah
We tryna hurt somebody, yeah
I'm tryna hurt somebody, yeah
Bitch, I really need some molly, yeah
Bitch, I really need some molly
Callin' my phone, let that fuck shit
Bitch, what I know? We on fuck shit
Clear the whole block with a buckshot
Tats on my chest, I look customized
Tats on my face, I look customized
Ah, your lil' temper, it goin' down
Open my door, put this ho out
I just said, "Fuck that shit," I just said, "Fuck that shit"
I shoot this shit up with my brother stick
Try callin' my bluff, I might bust ya, bitch
I feel like hurtin' somebody, yeah
We tryna hurt somebody, yeah
I'm tryna hurt somebody, yeah
Bitch, I really need some molly, yeah
Bitch, I really need some molly
Callin' my phone, let that fuck shit
Bitch, what I know? We on fuck shit
Clear the whole block with a buckshot
Tats on my chest, I look customized
Tats on my face, I look customized
Ah, your lil' temper, it goin' down
Call the cop whips to lil' LAZER
In the trap, ask for no favor
Bitch, I'm geeked up like I'm Febo
Flashlight, only hear your face glow
Dirty guns, I ain't even pay for it
Lost in the dice, I'm a gambler
Running with the sack, he a scrambler
Shootin' shit up, wake the neighbors
Young nigga scammin' 'em labels
I bring that pape' to the table
Lookin' for cap, ain't no cap with me
Shoot you if you try to come after me
Can't anybody smoke after me
Backwood punchin', I wrestle it
Come to your hood, then we mapping it
Make that ho kneel down like Kapernick
Blacked out, we live like some Africans
Take a nigga shit, we gon' raffle it
Spill out your blood, make a path with it
Comin' outside, shootin' barefooted
Nigga, don't bathe, dirty bath water
Talkin' 'bout guns, I'm the gun father
Slap yo' ass out with a beer bottle
Slide on yo' block, in a impala
I ain't got no motherfuckin' heart
Open my door, pu this ho out
I just said, "Fuck that shit," I just said, "Fuck that shit"
I shoot this shit up with my brother stick
Try callin' my bluff, I might bust ya, bitch
I feel like hurtin' somebody, yeah
We tryna hurt somebody, yeah
I'm tryna hurt somebody, yeah
Bitch, I really need some molly, yeah
Bitch, I really need some molly
Callin' my phone, let that fuck shit
Bitch, what I know? We on fuck shit
Clear the whole block with a buckshot
Tats on my chest, I look customized
Tats on my face, I look customized
Ah, your lil' temper, it goin' down
