"Fucc You" lyrics

[Spaghetti J:]
(Spaghetti J on the track)

[Peewee Longway:]
I ain't have time, been meanin' to fuck you
All about me right now, so fuck you
Money on my mind, right now, so fuck you
I been on my bullshit, baby, fuck you
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck you
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck you
Fuck ya, fuck-fuck-fuck-you
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck you

Aye, ugn
I'm on my bullshit, I'm juggin' at Ruth Chris
Let's stack them 'blue chips', 'blue-blue cheese dip'
Alexander McQueen 'skips'
Beat the pack out, 16 zips
Double park at the trap spot
For the warrant, got to max out
I'm a beat the bitch back out, aye
Ooogh bitch, yeah, suck that dick, suck that dick
Blue Benji's, she crushin'
Lemon tree, musty
The coupe so disgustin'
Them Forgi's come custom
Got gold on, like Busta
That Glock on me, pop on he
Walk off like, "Fuck it"
Let's get back to the subject
It's 'bout me right now, fuck it
I might just 're-rock' yo' buddy
I run them numbers like Dutches
So fuck it, bitch might get lucky
Double-G's on my luggage
I might wake up, say, "Fuck it"
Argentina my budget
She fly Dubai, wit' her hubby
Gucci my rugby
We wrappin' the brick like a mummy
Them young niggas wit' me got homi's
Fuck that shit, pull up and spin it again
Spit it again, shit, spin it again, again and again and again
Fuck them niggas
Fuck that lil' 'ice' on yo' hand
Yeah, and? And? And?
Fuck it up, make it agin
Put the lil' shit 'in the wind'
Oooogh, you can PayPal all my Benz
PayPal all my bands
I can make it 're-route' in the 'can'
I can fuck it up, do it again
I can come out the pot, and I whip in the pan
The look on yo' face, like you shook?...
I don't go by the rules, and the book
The clip on the stick, like a hook
She get hit wit' the dick and she "Hugh"

I ain't have time, been meanin' to fuck you
All about me right now, so fuck you
Money on my mind, right now, so fuck you
I been on my bullshit, baby, fuck you
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck you
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck you
Fuck ya, fuck-fuck-fuck-you
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck you