"Da Fuck" lyrics

[Young Thug:]
I'm uppin' the score if you playin' (Yeah)
You pussy, done showed my hand (Yeah)
I could've had bought her a clutch (Yeah)
I got his ass whacked for a band (Yeah)
The fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
We pushing up right where you layin' (Yeah)
I don't care who with you (Yeah)
We flippin' the whole fuckin' van (Yeah)

I told the ho, "Lovin', no lust", I'm never gon' follow the trend
I showed her a million plus, and now the ho tell me I'm him
No trippin', I go grab the SIG (Yeah), I'm drivin' a fish on land (Yeah)
They found that boy feet in the sand (Yeah), that's just what he get for that playin' (Yeah)
We servin' dope, take care of the bitches and the folks
I keep it real, for real, ask God if I'm a player
Eighty-five pointer carats
You can take my bitch, you can have it (Huh)
When I'm poppin' this shit, I get raspy (Huh)
I'm sick of this shit with a passion
Got bricks in the motherfuckin' pail
I was tellin' her Big Meech real
I just spent a Bugatti on a trip
I'm a rockstar, I'm the deal (Let's go)
I'm the one, I know just what it takes (Yeah, let's go)
Let my young niggas eat off a plate (Yeah, let's go)
Told my driver to take me to space (Nigga, let's go)
I'm from Charlotte, white came with a crease (Let's go)
Wanna get it without to reach (Let's go)
I go Metro Bloomin the weed (Let's go)
I'm spicin' up, fuck with the Track (Let's go)
Young Spider, we tripping, ØWAYY (Woo)

[Rylo Rodriguez:]
I'll take some pints for a verse (Okay)
Copped me a thousand a Birk'
She left out with one of my shirts
Showed up 'fore it turned into merch
I gave my lil' sister a Kelly bag, my momma said it look like a purse
Don't ask about me, it's turvy
I ain't ask for the price, it's surgin'
She put Hermès over her son
Baddies with me, Natalie Nunn (You trippin')
This year, I'm done wearing charms (Yeah)
Three seventy, one of my arms

[Tezzus:]
The fuck? Bitch, you trippin' (You trippin')
We have our gun in the hand (Uh-huh)
Every time I wanted that man (Wanted that man)
We went and put on the mask (Uh-huh)
Now I wake up in Japan
You cruise, the mafia tax (Damn)
Now I wake up to the bands
Count two hundred thousand in cash (ØWAYY, ØWAYY, yeah)
Now I wake up to some head from bitches that made talk to the hand (Talk to the hand)
Lil' bitch tryna give me face (Give me face)
I hit that ho, no date (No date)
Two watches, still showed up late (Showed up late)
Two lines in the bottom of my drank (Bottom of my drank)
Too much money, sippin' on Qua' (Sippin' on Qua')
I don't even know this bitch name (Bitch name)
The fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (ØWAYY)
I'm goin' Helmut Lang (Helmut Lang)
I'm going AP plain (Plain)
I'm goin out of my brain (Out of my brain)

[Young Thug:]
I'm uppin' the score if you playin' (Yeah)
You pussy, done showed my hand (Yeah)
I could've had bought her a clutch (Yeah)
I got his ass whacked for a band (Yeah)
The fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
You pussy, know right where you layin' (Yeah)
I don't care who with you (Yeah)
We flippin' the whole fuckin' van (Yeah)

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