FUCK U Lyrics

Hey!

I told that lil bitch, "Please don't come my way"

I done made to many racks

I do that shit everyday (Aye)

Why these niggas copy?

Bitin'?

I don't know

Not okay (Nah)

I just feel it's best for me to stack up

Do it anyway, aye yeah

Ridin' wit' my kin, oh

Gettin' to the bag fasho (Yeah)

What these niggas fake for? (Oh no, yeah)

I can't pay them any mind tho (Nah)

I've been on a grind mode (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm just spittin' facts, woah (Gang)

Diamonds on my wrist glow

Can't compare me to no nigga no (No)

Babygirl I am a beast

She said she a freak when she under the sheets (Brr)

I know you like that, I know you a freak

My homie done told me, yeah, it was last week

The pussy felt awesome, she thanking JT

Not for the head, she in love with the d

Burberry and Fendi that's all on my jeans

My forces in 12s, the rest in 13 (Aye)

Future lookin' bright, it's a stretch you right (Brr)

Never giving up 'til I get to these bands, alright

This a message to myself

I tell me hold on tight

This a long road, scary journey

So I told myself to keep a pipe

Pockets expanding, diamonds they dancing

Got it like this, pick it I'm buying

Cutting you off, like a subtraction (Aye)

Me and my niggas will turn you to past tense, yeah

Back then had nothing, was laughed at

Believe me I wanted what they had (Gang)

They crossed me twice like a hashtag

Now they askin' where they hoe at

Told 'em, "She right here bro" (Bitch)

Don't stop told her, "Suck it slow" (Suck it slow yeah)

What these niggas mad for? (What they mad for? yeah)

They just mad cause I bagged they hoes (Ha, Yeah, Yeah)

Ride wit' a 4, yeah, yeah

These niggas trippin', yeah, yeah

Fakin' like they in the trap (Yeah)

Hearin' all cap in they rap (Yeah)

You niggas ain't about that (Yeah)

Hear it in yo voice, yeah, you is a rat (Aye)

I cannot lie 'bout that (Aye)

Most of you niggas is wack (Yeah)

No not a diss, speakin' facts (Aye)

Speak on me you can get smacked (Aye)

Hittin' the Deion, recap, yeah, I win you lose that's a facts (Gang)

Big bank take little bank (Yeah, What?)

Show me yo racks (Aye)

Watch all these niggas go broke (Aye)

I told that pussy boy, "You is a joke" (Ha)

Ridin' wit' my kin, oh

Gettin' to the bag fasho (Yeah)

What these niggas fake for? (Oh no, yeah)

I can't pay them any mind tho (Nah)

I've been on a grind mode (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm just spittin' facts, woah (Gang)

Diamonds on my wrist glow

Can't compare me to no nigga no

High price, yeah, yeah

That's me, aye

You still OG

If you rockin' plain white tees, um yeah

(Huh, What?)

That's me, aye

Get that bag (Huh, What?)

That cheese, aye

(Gang, Gang, Aye)

Ain't no startin' over

There ain't no do overs

Gotta live and learn, yeah

Hey!

Fuck the haters, fuck the players

You just gotta do you

Stay in yo lane, yeah (Gang)