F**k It Off (feat. Chris Brown)

Helluva Beats baby Who you think you finna play with Who you think you finna run your mouth to and won't say shit I'm outchea when it's cold, leave you out there Them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped Hella nigga's talk shit but they stand still Let's take a trip, duck tape, how the van feel Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers Im'a change shit Keep playing with Liu Kang Ima kick it to your main bitch And I've been fuckin' hoes on my bay shit Come to the crib, I tell em' go to the spaceship Red pill, blue pill, we in The Matrix Take it to the face, better do what I say, bitch He make it outta here then he a winner If a nigga try to run then we pull up in Sprinters We get to bustin' at your bucket, fuck it hit 'cho liver End of discussion, it's nothing I eat you pussies for dinner I got no time, for fake one Killers on the west side, with them real guns And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' still come (Where you at? Here nigga!) All this pussy Im'a drill some Why they hate to see a real nigga make it I done made a lot of change now my people's changing By myself, I don't need no witness Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky And living every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras Im'a finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw You think I work this hard to fuck it off Once again, I gotta remind these niggas Balenciaga, remember when I couldn't buy these nigga Called em' bricks, birds cause we really fly these bitches Tell your mans I know I'm lit, but don't eye me nigga I'm solving every single problem with a tool Supersoak a nigga like he jumping off the pool If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news Choppa lift a nigga up I bet he make it to the moon (pow) You can tell me and Breezy at the top They want us to fail hoping that we fall but we not Don't feel bad for what I did to them nigga's block Can't say what happened, just know I had to get rid of the Glock Remember my lick days, couldn't pull a bitch days Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, that shit paid Nigga tried to fake beef with a nigga Sneak diss see me I'll jump on my dick these niggas lame (pussy nigga) Nigga's terrible, who raised y'all Nigga's leeches I can't feed 'em, I can't baby y'all I'm giving headshots, I ain't 'bout to fade y'all Bitch you ain't fuckin', bye Felicia, I can't play with y'all Why they hate to see a real nigga make it I done made a lot of change now my people's changing By myself, I don't need no witness Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky And living every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras Im'a finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw You think I work this hard to fuck it off