CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : FYB!
Chorus
F**k, You
B*t*h
And I mean it
No friends company my demons
Big Bands imma blow dont keep it
F**k, you
That love you showed ain't mean it
Fighting my problems will I get defeated
Immy try to flex up and beat it
Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot
I make a call and them n***as dont play round
We beat lil n***as up on the playground
I was back then but we beating a K now
Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot
If he try to run it’s a chase down
Hit his back and we leaving his face down
We just broke but we all gettin’ paid
Verse 1
Grra, grra, grra, grra
Boy you gotta be jokin’ you don’t got no motion
Grra, grra, grra, grra
I got sh*t in my head that don’t ever get spoken
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Bae would you give me CPR if I start overdosin’ Nah, nah
F**k it I don’t want to bе like that right now
Oh god damn
Blow a track Christian Dior my feet right now I don’t even likе them
Grr, grr, grr, grr, grr I say guys damn
He got targets half them at the sky guess that was gods plan
Chorus
F**k, You
B*t*h
And I mean it
No friends company my demons
Big Bands imma blow dont keep it
F**k, you
That love you showed ain't mean it
Fighting my problems will I get defeated
Immy try to flex up and beat it
Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot
I make a call and them n***as dont play round
We beat lil n***as up on the playground
I was back then but we beating a K now
Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot
If he try to run it’s a chase down
Hit his back and we leaving his face down
We just broke but we all gettin’ paid
Verse 2
Back on my turnt sh*t they know I’m running the city
All of the old G’s get it wit me
We gon’ rep ace town f**k a win year
When he touch down sh*t be getting gritty
I don’t really give time to no bitties
If she can’t take d**k f**k her t**ties
I know a lot of labels tryna get me I need a billion f**k a Millie
His back in, come tap in, we got bowls on the floor and the mattress
He keep on posting he got it in traffic
We gon fill up that whip if he gas it
Know you a shooter but that ain’t for nobody
For you go do that drill better mask it
N***as ain’t shooters they really be airbourne
And everytime that we shot hit the basket
Chorus
F**k, You
B*t*h
And I mean it
No friends company my demons
Big Bands imma blow dont keep it
F**k, you
That love you showed ain't mean it
Fighting my problems will I get defeated
Immy try to flex up and beat it
Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot
I make a call and them n***as dont play round
We beat lil n***as up on the playground
I was back then but we beating a K now
Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot
If he try to run it’s a chase down
Hit his back and we leaving his face down
We just broke but we all gettin’ paid
F**k, You
B*t*h
And I mean it
No friends company my demons
Big Bands imma blow dont keep it
F**k, you
That love you showed ain't mean it
Fighting my problems will I get defeated
Immy try to flex up and beat it
Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot
I make a call and them n***as dont play round
We beat lil n***as up on the playground
I was back then but we beating a K now
Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot
If he try to run it’s a chase down
Hit his back and we leaving his face down
We just broke but we all gettin’ paid
Verse 1
Grra, grra, grra, grra
Boy you gotta be jokin’ you don’t got no motion
Grra, grra, grra, grra
I got sh*t in my head that don’t ever get spoken
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Bae would you give me CPR if I start overdosin’ Nah, nah
F**k it I don’t want to bе like that right now
Oh god damn
Blow a track Christian Dior my feet right now I don’t even likе them
Grr, grr, grr, grr, grr I say guys damn
He got targets half them at the sky guess that was gods plan
Chorus
F**k, You
B*t*h
And I mean it
No friends company my demons
Big Bands imma blow dont keep it
F**k, you
That love you showed ain't mean it
Fighting my problems will I get defeated
Immy try to flex up and beat it
Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot
I make a call and them n***as dont play round
We beat lil n***as up on the playground
I was back then but we beating a K now
Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot
If he try to run it’s a chase down
Hit his back and we leaving his face down
We just broke but we all gettin’ paid
Verse 2
Back on my turnt sh*t they know I’m running the city
All of the old G’s get it wit me
We gon’ rep ace town f**k a win year
When he touch down sh*t be getting gritty
I don’t really give time to no bitties
If she can’t take d**k f**k her t**ties
I know a lot of labels tryna get me I need a billion f**k a Millie
His back in, come tap in, we got bowls on the floor and the mattress
He keep on posting he got it in traffic
We gon fill up that whip if he gas it
Know you a shooter but that ain’t for nobody
For you go do that drill better mask it
N***as ain’t shooters they really be airbourne
And everytime that we shot hit the basket
Chorus
F**k, You
B*t*h
And I mean it
No friends company my demons
Big Bands imma blow dont keep it
F**k, you
That love you showed ain't mean it
Fighting my problems will I get defeated
Immy try to flex up and beat it
Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot
I make a call and them n***as dont play round
We beat lil n***as up on the playground
I was back then but we beating a K now
Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot, Shot
If he try to run it’s a chase down
Hit his back and we leaving his face down
We just broke but we all gettin’ paid
