Lyrics:
They love how I do, yeah they lovin the way I be doin my thang
They fw my rings, and they fw my links yeah the fuckin with me
They fwm now, but
Cut different I keep it lowkey
Boss shit I'm a mf G
Number 1 I can never be 3
These niggaz not fw me
Cut different I keep it lowkey
Boss shit I'm
shit. How y’all go from showing all love to some hating shit. 3 singles on the radio now they don’t play my shit?
Hook:
I fw it (x2) gone diss a nigga but
They keep on asking me questions
And I keep on telling them
They cannot fw the Kidd
I keep on applying this pressure
A nigga gone try me, and Ima do
FW'99
What a time for you to be alive
Who knew it'd end up like this
Who knew you'd end up like this
FW'99
What a time for you to be alive
Who knew
Better watch your mouth better watch your mouth I don't speak your language
I don't fw niggas I don't fw bitches
I just fw them real ones fresh up out
out ion like to be seen
Not cuz i got breesh in my jeans
But shit why he lookin at me
Damn i pray he aint playin wit me
I aint fw niggas who talkin too
these bustas shawty
They don't fw you like I fw you
Stress you out ain't corressing you
Im the nigga you posed to be next to
Like I'll be lying if I said
Yeah I get it lit
Yeah fw the drip
Ok
That's on yo bd you bitches be trippin
That's on yo bd he said that I'm pretty & I get it soaked everytime
be friends you can't fw me or fw my gang
Wanna be me cause she see im tha man
Drip too clean got designer, big brands
Me with yo bitch, im tapping
Lock
u don't fw me, yah
i dont fw u, yah
u don't fw me, yah
i dont fw u, yah
u don't fw me, yah
i dont fw u, yah
u don't fw me, yah
i dont fw u, yah
Bitch I'm sick
Little buddy thinkin wit his dick
Tellin over a hoe that's that shit that get you hit
It's a trip nah I ain't fw that bitch
Them
Y'all can't fw me
Swear that y'all can't fw me
Look
I'm bout my green no CeeLo
Ain't no contest like free throw
I'm dropping hits like Debo
So sick
on a trolley
She wanna fw us cuz she done seen them bands prolly
I pull em up I fix my pants you seen my dance prolly
My niggas they getting rowdy
Pop you like
tf I think not
I ain't loving these hoes, can't fw no thot
1 Glizzy for a silly nigga if he think he hot
2 choppas for a billy nigga do what I was
with this I fw with it baby
You call me toxic
I call you crazy
Bad on each other
No parting ways
Floating on the high
From the games that we play
It's so
Word around town I'm the hottest in the city
Name another rapper fw me
I put the diamonds on the Cuban and the Apple Watch blingy
Grinding like I'm
neva look back
I cannot fw no rats
I’m tryna run up dem racks
Yeah I’m tryna run up dem racks
Get a check and I neva look back
I put that shit up
got some length now bitches WANNA touch on my hair
Can't fuck on that lil bitch if she fw Nair
Use to have love for everybody
Now i really just don't
love my niggaz
I'm stuck wit
And if you fw us
Then we gon up sticks
I don't fuck wit
Bitch niggaz who be on det fuck shit
I love my niggaz
I'm
Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
Fucking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah
I’m only driving the Benz, cuss I know that it’s gone whip right
I do not fw new friends, they not the type that’s gone stick tight
I got ya bitch in
like the way she Fw a Nigga I like that
I like the way she move it Lil Bby she on that
I like the way she do it Lil Bby derisive that
I like the way she
reach
All of my bitches on fleek
We can't even talk if you cheap
My circle so small like ah Cheerio
Money team still fw Kerrio
I get ya killed in ya
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