"F.U." lyrics
(Pretti)
Huh, not a type nigga (Haha, type, type)
Huh, I'm tryna square up, why the fuck you typin' nigga? (Why you typin'?)
Huh, twin locked up in the pen', you know I'ma write you, nigga
Huh, food for all my friends, go and get a bite, nigga (bite)
Huh, yeah, fate undecided, I'm 'bout to flicker (Shout out)
Huh, if i'on like ya tone when you talkin', I dismiss ya (Get ignored)
Drinkin' Kool-Aid, uh, right out the pitcher, huh (Drinkin' Kool-Aid)
I'm on them things, you don't get it, I don't get it, ah
Niggas sharing clothes, uh, I think that's rented (I think that's rented)
I think it's dirty (I think it's dirty), but I been there before, I admit it, huh
Glow bright, uh, we all glistenin', huh, huh
Stay aware, uh, ignorance is bliss
She gon' stay full, when she eatin' up the dick (Eat)
Huh, freaky nigga, pull out, bust all on them tits (Eugh)
Hype man, watch out, I control the pit, huh
Took some pop, gettin' lit, gettin' to the ceiling, huh
Pop shop, pull up, I got merch, come and get it, huh
Just landed in Frankfurt, it's so many bitches
I hold grudges, try to cross, I won't forget it (I won't)
I don't need your lovin', you keep givin' it to niggas
Had to fuck her best friend, and her cousin, and her sister
Just a young black man, ain't no product of the system (Of the system)
Designer in my veins, got Prada in my system (In my system)
This shirt came right from Denim
Get high, my stomach hittin' (In your system)
Yeah, yeah, you have potential
We all got a talent, her's is fuckin' niggas, huh
And that shit ain't valid, all these hoein' bitches
I ain't bitter, bitch, you bitter, got me laughin', nigga
(Ha, ha, ha)
Huh, not a type nigga (Haha, type, type)
Huh, I'm tryna square up, why the fuck you typin' nigga? (Why you typin'?)
Huh, twin locked up in the pen', you know I'ma write you, nigga
Huh, food for all my friends, go and get a bite, nigga (bite)
Huh, yeah, fate undecided, I'm 'bout to flicker (Shout out)
Huh, if i'on like ya tone when you talkin', I dismiss ya (Get ignored)
Drinkin' Kool-Aid, uh, right out the pitcher, huh (Drinkin' Kool-Aid)
I'm on them things, you don't get it, I don't get it, ah
Niggas sharing clothes, uh, I think that's rented (I think that's rented)
I think it's dirty (I think it's dirty), but I been there before, I admit it, huh
Gold pipe, uh, we all glistenin', huh, huh
Stay aware, uh, ignorance is bliss
(Huh, ho like TMZ) Yeah
(Takin' pictures, baby, what you see in me?) Yeah
(Oh, you think I'm that nigga?) Bet
(Brodie caught thirty years off the dirty switch, huh) Dirty switches
(Play the beat in your ears, it got you twitchin')
(Huh, act for my ho, she don't like the pose) Yeah-yeah
(Sex her then I ghost) Yeah-yeah
(It's a Pretti party, baby, I'm the host) Yeah-yeah
(Fire bottles of Bacardi, got some shit for your nose) Yeah-yeah
Huh, not a type nigga (Haha, type, type)
Huh, I'm tryna square up, why the fuck you typin' nigga? (Why you typin'?)
Huh, twin locked up in the pen', you know I'ma write you, nigga
Huh, food for all my friends, go and get a bite, nigga (bite)
Huh, yeah, fate undecided, I'm 'bout to flicker (Shout out)
Huh, if i'on like ya tone when you talkin', I dismiss ya (Get ignored)
Drinkin' Kool-Aid, uh, right out the pitcher, huh (Drinkin' Kool-Aid)
I'm on them things, you don't get it, I don't get it, ah
Niggas sharing clothes, uh, I think that's rented (I think that's rented)
I think it's dirty (I think it's dirty), but I been there before, I admit it, huh
Glow bright, uh, we all glistenin', huh, huh
Stay aware, uh, ignorance is bliss
She gon' stay full, when she eatin' up the dick (Eat)
Huh, freaky nigga, pull out, bust all on them tits (Eugh)
Hype man, watch out, I control the pit, huh
Took some pop, gettin' lit, gettin' to the ceiling, huh
Pop shop, pull up, I got merch, come and get it, huh
Just landed in Frankfurt, it's so many bitches
I hold grudges, try to cross, I won't forget it (I won't)
I don't need your lovin', you keep givin' it to niggas
Had to fuck her best friend, and her cousin, and her sister
Just a young black man, ain't no product of the system (Of the system)
Designer in my veins, got Prada in my system (In my system)
This shirt came right from Denim
Get high, my stomach hittin' (In your system)
Yeah, yeah, you have potential
We all got a talent, her's is fuckin' niggas, huh
And that shit ain't valid, all these hoein' bitches
I ain't bitter, bitch, you bitter, got me laughin', nigga
(Ha, ha, ha)
Huh, not a type nigga (Haha, type, type)
Huh, I'm tryna square up, why the fuck you typin' nigga? (Why you typin'?)
Huh, twin locked up in the pen', you know I'ma write you, nigga
Huh, food for all my friends, go and get a bite, nigga (bite)
Huh, yeah, fate undecided, I'm 'bout to flicker (Shout out)
Huh, if i'on like ya tone when you talkin', I dismiss ya (Get ignored)
Drinkin' Kool-Aid, uh, right out the pitcher, huh (Drinkin' Kool-Aid)
I'm on them things, you don't get it, I don't get it, ah
Niggas sharing clothes, uh, I think that's rented (I think that's rented)
I think it's dirty (I think it's dirty), but I been there before, I admit it, huh
Gold pipe, uh, we all glistenin', huh, huh
Stay aware, uh, ignorance is bliss
(Huh, ho like TMZ) Yeah
(Takin' pictures, baby, what you see in me?) Yeah
(Oh, you think I'm that nigga?) Bet
(Brodie caught thirty years off the dirty switch, huh) Dirty switches
(Play the beat in your ears, it got you twitchin')
(Huh, act for my ho, she don't like the pose) Yeah-yeah
(Sex her then I ghost) Yeah-yeah
(It's a Pretti party, baby, I'm the host) Yeah-yeah
(Fire bottles of Bacardi, got some shit for your nose) Yeah-yeah
