CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Fuck You Bunch

Drop it
(Yeah)

With some blonde bomb blowers, and their bum bomb goers
I'm sober, but my n***as bombin' on that lawn mower
I'm snortin' white sides, prolly in some white socks
Screamin' 'Thug life' Pac gotta find his own box
Toy box, I'm in, playing with my toy Glocks
Conversate with Jason, my imaginary commissary
Gold chain, rocks in it, not somehow, I'm rocking it
Even pop-locking it, keys open doors
Banging out the w****s, headphones blamming the
Doors, standing in the doorway
Zombies in my lobby, skating, playing dead is the hobby
Pocket full of deaf, motherfcker, now rob me
Cameras on the canopy, donuts where the bandits be
Supreme on the top part, Sharpie full of pop art
F, Y, B, gang
F, U, C, K

But, you can't deny how I feel
(F**k You Bunch is here, f**k You Bunch is near)
And you can't decide for me
(F**k You Bunch is here, f**k You Bunch is near)

O.F.M
F**k It