G.F.I.U (feat. Phat Girlz Rocckk)

Mizzy

Gone fuck it up, gone do that shit

Spend that cash, ride up on that dick

He like that ratchet shit, bounce that ass

Told me he a hoe but even Santa he had three of

Claiming he don't want the pussy but all in my dms

Love the fact that I get money

That shit ain't gonna stop

I can never trust a ****, got to suck dick with a glock

Mizzy beating down your block, I'm dripping up down his cock

You should be worried about your **** cause I got him on lock

Jumping on the beat, back to the street

They welcome me back, what's up, hello

Hit it real good, got it shaking it like jello

Mizzy getting money ain't worried about no hoe

I don't know why they mad at me, I stay in my own lane

PGR and Key9 killing it and driving them insane

Gone fuck it up, go, go, go

Gone fuck it up, go, go, go

Gone fuck it up, go, go, go

Gone fuck it up, go, go, go

I just wanna rock, then I hit the milly rock

Turn me up a notch, we about to make the block hot

Tunchi he say that I'm his favorite hoochie

Don't hold no conversations till he eating up the coochie

Feeling like money man ATM

Count up the bands while you chewing on this booty

Fuck him again, again and again and again and we making a movie

Call him my little scarface, he do damage to the club

The way big mama feel him, make him wanna shoot it up

I guess that's why they mad, I say just fuck him and go get a bag

What migos say tell them hoes bitch dab

He say he love a thot, my mizzy say you cannot trust these ****

So you know you gotta suck dick with a glock

Drop it low, make it roll

We about to turn them up

My baddies to the floor

Drop it low, make it roll

We about to turn them up

My baddies to the floor

Drop that pussy now bring it to the top

Shake that shit don't you ever ever stop

Damn I look good I'm making a pop

If he gone touch he paying that guap

Feel so good he begging me stop

Sit on his face and I rock it in place

Taste so good I remind him of cake

And he ain't gone move until he finish his plate

Fuck what you saying **** run me your money

I want a bag you got to stack and count it

Look so good ain't none of it padded

Bounce on a dick he cumming automatic

PGR a thin bitch tragedy

Hang with his friends now he kinda mad at me

Really don't matter as long as he bagging me

Got a big dick and I love when its gagging me

I'm a big freak we do it for treats

Get to this money we playing for keeps

Ain't no question mine got to eat

Higher in a gang respect in the streets

**** if you would, I bet you I could

Stunt on these **** I bet you I should

Trap out the house got all we could

Stop that shit, now watch us go

Gone fuck it up, go, go, go

Gone fuck it up, go, go, go

Gone fuck it up, go, go, go

Gone fuck it up, go, go, go

PGR we about to fuck it up

Mizzy Ray about to fuck it up

Key9 about to fuck it up

You know my girl kill K she gone fuck it up