FWM (feat. Luh Groov)

Uh, know what I'm sayin'

I don't even know

I already told them ****

Don't een be talkin less you talkin' bout me

Pussy

What the fuck they talkin' bout

What they on

Why the fuck you sendin' threats on Twitter

When you know I don't check my phone

Takin' care of business

But still got that shit with me **** mad

Cause I ain't scared, but that's on God I seen the worst and it still sit with me

Fuck with me

Uh, uh, ayy, uh, ayy

Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me

****, you can't fuck with me

Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me

These **** tryin' to joc, but this a need to be

Throw signs up, but don't be that street

Don't try to hit this line, we blowin' smoke

Just like that Nina be

Told big bro, fuck with me

Gon' get that shit off just like PPP

Allergic to that fake

Cause all my **** slide a D.I.E

These **** makin' them plans and mak excuses, Cant afford the shit

Meanwhile, we been turnt so long

We formed a crowd and they recordin' shit

Bro got Nina, I got Chief with me

So fuck with me

My mama taught me how to grab that money

Like it's stuck to me

Goddam

Barkin' all that shit, but will not fight

Shit

Say you do not like, but know I'm like

The shit

Like magic how my **** make shit disappear with sticks

Poppin' out, I had to take my shit off flight mode

Tell them ****, fuck with me

Uh, uh, ayy

Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me

****, you can't fuck with me

Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me

Hey

Ayy, fuck with me, cost you lil 200 piece

I done seen a hunnid G's

And spent them my neck under seize

I'm poppin' pop out comfortably

Hundred shots, you try to take some from me

Own a Glock, you can't even run from me

Burnt my hand, cause I kept dumpin

Quick super slide

Put them boys in boxes

Now my opps is lookin' supersized

Ain't tryna be no killer

Jumped up off the porch with shoot or die

Before you fuck with me

You better off takin' fent

Cause this like suicide

Sometimes I question God

I'm from the trenches, I seen shooters die

That shit, fuck with me

Big Cuzzo in that casket

With no blood in em that image

Stuck in me

Young **** stay runnin' that block

I put my heart out, think I love streets

Came from section eight, no B&B's

We still bust plays, up out da double tree

6 a.m. to 6 p.m my trap all day, I'm on the other street

I'm makin' plays outside the church

They think the J's a part of the covenant

These **** lame' and I been turnt

If you want beef, boy, I'm McLovin' it

Like pop, pop, pop

Pull up I let shots out

Nina blow till she get lockjaw

Fuck with me, bitch im the top dawg

Me and O locked in forever

Brothers before this shit popped off

And I fuck with you

Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me

****, you can't fuck with me

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck with me, fuck with me

Fuck with me, ayy