Fuck Y'all Boys ft. 4NG3L Lyrics

Money hoes and clothes , is all that's testin' for me, bae

If gettin money was a race, then y'all boys in last place, huh

Turnin' up the club when I walk in, can't look away, huh

I'm startin' to think that God made me to put y'all in y'all place

Young angel, talk your shit, y'all different, you the same, huh

Everybody comin' up, all sound the fuckin' same

Youngin', you ain't lonely, no, you ain't destroy a thing

Know some people take your top, same prices, homie, chain, huh

I know a couple people flippin' rock, they're makin' big things happen

Know a couple bums that I came up with, and it's fuckin' tragic

Know I don't got remorse for all the fakes, all y'all boys fuckin

Disrespectful asses, bitch, don't talk, it's not my fuckin' ratchet

Feedin' for the real world, all the punks, I got a fuckin' habit

G-Lux on the team, don't play with us, we make shit fuckin' happen

Big rocks on the ring, I ice my shit out till it fuckin' flashy

Big hood by my thing, I keep on shootin' till it's fuckin' jammin

Bape on my back, I zip my shit up and I get to clappin

Triple six, my bank, bitch, I'm a demon, makin' fuckin' magic

Keep it real, yeah, it's your life with all that fuckin' scammin

Play it, tell me, really, are you with all that shit you rappin'

You ain't tote no banger, pussy, you ain't pop no pill, huh

You ain't tate no pole, huh, you ain't crack no seal, huh

Uh-huh, yeah

Money hooes, and clothes, it's all that's destined for me, baby, huh

Turnin' up the club when I walk in, can't look away

If gettin' money was a race, then y'all boys in last place

I'm startin' to think that God make me to put y'all in y'all place

Bitch, Benji, I'm at shit, stop playin

What up

Woke up blessed, I ain't had to do nothin

But I'm still gettin' paid

All I did was watch my phone and play the damn fuckin' game

If I break me down a P, then it gon' be a good day (it gone be a good day)

Got rap dreams, so I'm finna stick my mind to it

Cause I had trap dreams, and now my 41 it hit

Put my mind to it, and I could accomplish anything

Marty McFly, gone' have to send Miss Fizz to take these rounds up out your spine

Eat your bitch from head to toe, she feel in love like Mordecai

If you talkin' on my doggy, Angel, then them shots gon' fly

Lazer beam on the yop, I got all type of choppers

Smokin' out the pound, you would've thought the youngin' was a rasta

Kill a pussy, hatin opp, and then I go and eat some pasta

Like I'm Tony, gettin' racks and crackin' ass

Livin' life just like a mobster, fuckin' all your homies

She the type to do that to you

This cup it worth 400, codeine, the type to do that to you

Outlet space, chillin' up on Neptune, might take a trip to pluto

First whip, paid out cash, you know I took out that two-door

Audi, yeah, the four rings, had a fuckin' floor

that bitch pass the opps

Hold on and go that fuckin' Opp right there

Told my youngin' grab the Glock, we finna get him

Finna hit that boy with that Smith & Wesson

Hit him with a hundred shots

You know that chopper finna fly

I'll kill any pussy hatin', boy, talkin' bout the clan

You know them pussies finna die