Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck It Off

Helluva baby

Who you think you finna play
Who you think you finna run your to and won't say shit
I'm outchea when it's cold, leave you out
Them hot, think not, get your mouth chipped
Hella nigga's shit but they stand still
Let's take a trip, duck tape, how the van
Hunnid dollar Cartiers Im'a change shit
playing with Liu Kang Ima kick it to your main bitch
And I've been fuckin' on my bay shit
Come to the crib, I em' go to the spaceship
Red pill, blue pill, we in The
Take it to the face, do what I say, bitch
He it outta here then he a winner
If a nigga try to run then we up in Sprinters
We get to bustin' at your bucket, fuck it hit 'cho
End of discussion, it's nothing I eat you for dinner
I got no time, for one
Killers on the west side, with real guns
And if you try to wave the flag, we gon' still come
(Where you at? nigga!)
All this Im'a drill some

Why hate to see a real nigga make it
I done made a lot of now my people's changing
By myself, I don't no witness
Can't thank nobody but the 'cause I'm gettin' it
I my head up and middle finger to the sky
And every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw
You think I work this hard to it off

Once again, I gotta these niggas
Balenciaga, remember when I couldn't buy nigga
Called em' bricks, birds cause we really fly bitches
Tell your mans I I'm lit, but don't eye me nigga
I'm solving every single problem with a
Supersoak a like he jumping off the pool
If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the
Choppa lift a up I bet he make it to the moon (pow)
You can me and Breezy at the top
They want us to fail hoping we fall but we not
Don't feel bad for I did to them nigga's block
Can't say what happened, know I had to get rid of the Glock
Remember my lick days, couldn't pull a days
Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, that paid
Nigga tried to beef with a nigga
Sneak diss see me I'll jump on my dick these niggas (pussy nigga)
Nigga's terrible, who raised
Nigga's I can't feed 'em, I can't baby y'all
I'm giving headshots, I ain't 'bout to y'all
Bitch you ain't fuckin', bye Felicia, I can't play y'all

Why they hate to see a real nigga it
I done made a lot of change now my people's
By myself, I need no witness
thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it
I keep my head up and finger to the sky
And living every fuckin' day like Mardi Gras
Im'a this shit, win, lose, or draw
You think I work this to fuck it off