Straight Fire
The Fuccbois
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Yeah Star Yeah Fuccbois Star Turt Thicc We bout to get it Giving your bitch the dick We in this bitch Woo Yeah We bout to go into this motherfucker It's The Fuccbois We greedy as f*ck Bout to roll another one up Knock you with the Glock Wheels so high looks like I'm driving a boulder not a rock Lost my fucking socks Looking out for cops Knock, knock, knock on my door, keep it locked They got the battering ram, they tryna break in They heard I'm selling dope, right again Hop in the whip, I pull out and I spin Bout to leave town start a new life again Speakers blasting, but they're muffled by the bricks Couldn't bring myself to leave an ounce of the shit Swerve to the left, cat almost got hit My Night Drive playlist is over, I'm bout to dip To the spot where my bitch living deep, roll a spliff Pull up tell her gotta go, grab her shit We speed off in the dark, without a trace Might catch a few bodies but I'll never catch a case I get money like Squilliam Snitches I killed some Haters I grilled some I get some catered meals, son I'm living shit that you see in your dreams Walk up to the boat, fully loaded magazine See pictures of me in Fancy Living magazine Fresh cufflinks stepping out the limousine Salty bitches is green with envy, wipe off the moss I'm a rolling stone and a motherfucking boss I done dealt with loss, I work overtime Sometimes the remote's hard to find My bitch doing lines Krabby Patties taste so nice that, shit, forgot my line I'm running out of time I come a long way from flipping dimes But that shit was hard on my back So now I go hard on the track Pull up in a 'Lac And if you got a problem bitch I'm squeezing on the mac Turt I'm bringing back the swish, swish bitch I come home every night wit a different bitch Where's the coke, I need some more I'm sniffing with my fucking whore I throw her on the bed I tell her I need some head Her man walked in so I fucking fled See ya man, I ain't about that life But what you don't know is that I fucked your wife Fucked her good, fucked her hard She told me she couldn't see anything but stars I tell my bois, I created all that noise Let's fucking tour in Illinois See you dude, see you bitch We're getting there without a hitch And the best part? Is that I'm still fucking rich, uh Is that I'm still fucking rich, uh Is that I'm still fucking rich, uh Is that I'm still fucking rich, uh Hummingbird up in this shit Yeah, got these Beats Pro up in the studio Hoe sucking on the puck I'm like, "Bitch, what the f*ck?" I say "Hop in the truck" We hit the beach Your bitch on my dick, like a leech I'm like "This dick ain't free" You gotta pay a fee Don't take checks, bet My set lit Yeah bitch I'm Thicc Check my dick This verse is lit Oh wait, I already said that shit This is a verse by Yung Thicc Boi
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Written by: Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter
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