FYDF

**** throw behind they hands (Hands)

You fuck with them, don't shake my hand (Pussy)

Take it there, push it, we come post up where y'all stand (Stand at)

Whole lot of space up in the coupe like it's a van (A van)

Shh, turn the opps to strands (Brrt)

Turn the opps to strands (Brrt)

Turn the opps to strands (Fuck y'all)

Fuck your dead mans (Fuck 'em, 400K)

Fuck your dead friends

I don't chase no trends

Count racks, I got ashy hands (Hands)

Twenty racks in these pockets, my pants (Pants)

Girl, you thick as hell, I like your stance (Stance)

Girl, you thick as hell, I like your stance (Stance)

I ain't God, I gotta keep praying (Praying)

Know you can't take back what you was sayin' (Pussy)

Already put the lil' boy in the sand (Sand, dirt)

Already put the lil' boy in the dirt (Dirt)

I wanna see how he look on a shirt (Shirt)

Shoes gon' always match my shirt (Shirt)

392, when I hit it, it jerk

7.62, when I hit it, it burst (Boom)

Back-to-back, we made 'em vacate the turf (The turf)

5.56 make 'em ball up

Walk Down what they call us (700)

12 can't solve us (Pussy)

Make 'em come and draw the chalk up (Chalk up)

Bitch, you can't solve us (Nah)

In the room with my Cartier on (Cartier), I ain't tuckin' my chain, bitch

Crack a four with my gang, bitch (Fuck you)

Still work my aim, bitch

**** throw behind they hands (Hands)

You fuck with them, don't shake my hand (Pussy)

Take it there, push it, we come post up where y'all stand (Stand at)

Whole lot of space up in the coupe like it's a van (A van)

Shh, turn the opps to strands (Brrt)

Turn the opps to strands (Brrt)

Turn the opps to strands (Fuck y'all)

Fuck your dead mans (Fuck 'em, 400K)

Fuck your dead friends