p. yeadeuce

i'm in the cut with a btcch and a pole
one word, i got her suckin' me slow
one word, i put a gun to yo throat
i seen that 12 and i wanted to go
he talkin' down, he don't know how that go
fccn around, i'on fcc with that ho
did me dirty, i can't be seen with that gnat
i'd rather be all alone
fcc it, it's bullets all up in yo home 
i want it all, i'ma kick down the door
on god, you gon' know when its smoke

yea, on god, you gon feel when it's smoke
i can pull up on you, bae dropped the loc'
never was duckin' nobody, you know
baby, i'm pullin' the strings like a yo
we got the dough movin' in n out that ho
big ahh ak sittin' on the floor
i can't fcc with y'all no more
btcch, why you tellin' lies to my face?
i'on wanna see yo face 'cause it's fake
i'ma fccn blow the whole fccn place
they be askin' questions i can't even say
fcc with terrence, i'ma pull up with the k
fcc with bri, i'll put a knife to yo face
leave yo goddam body, let it stank
how the fcc y'all on my dic everyday?
how the fcc y'all on my dic everyday?
fcc around, find out yo life end today

i'm in the cut with a btcch and a pole
one word, i got her suckin' me slow
one word, i put a gun to yo throat
i seen that 12 and i wanted to go
he talkin' down, he don't know how that go
fccn around, i'on fcc with that ho
did me dirty, i can't be seen with that gnat
i'd rather be all alone
fcc it, it's bullets all up in yo home 
i want it all, i'ma kick down the door
on god, you gon' know when its smoke

btcch, on god, you gon' know when i'm mad
btcch, yea, deuce best friends with a mag
i call bro and he finna spazz
fcc that ho, i'm on dates with a stack
you don't know my life or the facts 
bih, these shoes all white, need 'em black
i just wan' get high, that ain't bad
btcch, i'm ready to fight for that bag
please don't try, you gon' leave in a bag


fccn around

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