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Fuck Shit (with Jasiah)

Album: Fuck Shit (with Jasiah) - Remix Durasi: 2:02

Yeah, close the fuckin' door

Sippin' on that nice powerade, you feel me? Yeah

Gotta bring the mic out of booth for this one

I was in detention, bad relations with my teacher

I don't participate, I sat my ass right on the bleachers

Arkansas baby, Glizzy blasting through your speaker

They say I'm a demon but I feel more like a creature

Bitch, I came to fuck shit up ain't no reason

Why these niggas try to play me like

They bitch won't drink my semen?

Glock, Glock, Glock

Glocky in my hand bitch, I'm the reaper

Threw his ass at Tampa, 'cause I left her pussy bleeding, woah

Your music ass don't quit, your job at Little Caesars

Your daddy bitch and it ain't shit to work these fuckin' teeth, ah

Put it to your head like, we playing fuckin' VR

Got this pretty bitch, she shaking ass just like a seizure

Got her ass upon this dick now, 'cause I'm getting rich now

But stupid niggas still get whip with this fucking blick

I don't know why you love talking shit

You still live at your mama house

We gon' spin your block and blow it up see what you some' about

I want money, money, money, I ain't come in for the fuck shit

I don't like to party, you won't catch me at yo' function

Shorty got that neck, neck, neck, hit me wit' some suction

Told them pussies, I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' assumptions

Aye, fuck what you heard and fuck what they talking 'bout

He on the curb in my Nikes I stomped 'em out

Say the wrong word might get you smoked

I'm from the A where we get to the dough

Won't let us in so we kickin' the door

I got me some bands but I need me some more

I got me a chop like a fan, it's gon' blow

Don't got it on me, I prolly won't go

Woah, woah, bitch, I'm dripping hard, got a Leek like 1201

If it's 12 on one, I up the blick, I'm blowing on

Yeah, came down to it, it's me or him and I ain't going

Blick gon' chop them niggas down like I was mowing

I don't wanna fuck with you, nigga, fuck you

Switch up on the gang so many times

I don't know what's up wit' you?

I want money, money, money, I ain't come in for the fuck shit

I don't like to party, you won't catch me at yo' function

Shorty got that neck, neck, neck, hit me wit' some suction

Told them pussies, I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' assumptions