Fuck U Saying ft. Hotboi ManMan Lyrics

Fuck what they make, they don't make it, no

Game wasn't sold, it was taught, oh

Gone Spin ya block, we don't chop, yeah

Fuck what they say, no

Say they want smoke, then I'm poppin' up

Plottin on that lick, you ain't takin' that

Told me I'm block, you didn't play with us

Fuck what they say, no

Fuck what they make, they don't make it, no

Gang wasn't sold, it was taught, oh

Told me I'm block, we don't chop, yeah

Fuck what they say, no

Say they want smoke, then I'm poppin' up

Pound on that lick, you ain't takin' that

Told me I'm block, you didn't play with us

Fuck what they say, no

Fuck what they say, I don't make it, no

Fuck what you say, you don't make it, no

They know why I don't rent it out

I'm on my road to riches

They know why I don't rent all them dicks

Forgive me, Lord, I'm still sinnin

You know my team, we still winnin

We take chances after chances

We done took some losses, but we still winnin

I'm back at it again

I'm back at it again

And I came up again

I'm standin', I'm standin

Ain't fuckin' with no new nigga

I'm stayin' with the same nigga

I just need somethin' real

Or maybe somethin' real

Fuck what they make, they don't make it, no

Gang wasn't sold, it was taught, oh

Told me I'm block, we don't chop, yeah

Fuck what they say, no

Say they want smoke, then I'm poppin' up

Pound on that lick, you ain't takin' that

Told me I'm block, you didn't play with us

Fuck what they say, no

Fuck what they make, they don't make it, no

Gang wasn't sold, it was taught, oh

Told me I'm block, we don't chop, yeah

Fuck what they say, no

Say they want smoke, then I'm poppin' up

Pound on that lick, you ain't takin' that

Told me I'm block, you didn't play with us

Fuck what they say, no

Fuck what they make, they don't make it, no

Gang wasn't sold, it was taught, oh

New nigga know how to play with us

Say they want smoke, then I'm poppin' up

Yeah, chop is on D

Yeah, chop is on D

You know we gon' blow

Yeah, yeah, poppin' up molly

Bitch, I do the most

Yeah, yeah

Bitch back in on the weekend, yeah

I just wanna turn up, geekin', yeah

Nigga want beef, I'm tweakin

Nigga want beef, I'm tweakin', yeah

Killin' this shit and I'm feelin' this shit

And I'm spittin' this shit from the soul

Lonely court, think to myself

Every day, why you had to go

I can't see the sky, yeah

Only the real in my eye

I can't see the sky, y'all

All the real niggas gotta die, y'all

Ain't know how I'm comin

Free my lil' brother, come home, get the money, y'all

Ain't know how I'm comin

Free that white child, come home, get the money, y'all

Fuck what they make, they don't make it, no

Gang wasn't sold, it was taught, oh

Ghost with your block with new child, yeah

Fuck what they say, no

Say they want smoke, then I'm poppin' up

Plottin' on the leg, you ain't takin' that

Ghost with your block and you play with us

Fuck what they say, no

Fuck what they make, they don't make it, no

Gang wasn't sold, it was taught, oh

Ghost with your block with new child, yeah

Fuck what they say, no

Say they want smoke, then I'm poppin' up

Plottin' on the leg, you ain't takin' that

Ghost with your block and you play with us

Fuck what they say, no