Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck It Off

Helluva Beats

Who you think you play with
Who you think you finna run your mouth to and won't say
I'm when it's cold, leave you out there
Them bullets hot, not, get your mouth chipped
Hella nigga's talk shit but they still
Let's take a trip, duck tape, how the van
Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers Im'a change
Keep playing with Liu Kang Ima it to your main bitch
And I've been hoes on my bay shit
to the crib, I tell em' go to the spaceship
Red pill, blue pill, we in The
Take it to the face, better do what I say,
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 I eat you pussies for dinner
I got no time, for one
Killers on the west side, with them guns
And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' still
(Where you at? nigga!)
All this pussy drill some

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

Once again, I gotta remind 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 problem with a tool
Supersoak a nigga like he jumping off the
If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the
Choppa a nigga up I bet he make it to the moon (pow)
You can me and Breezy at the top
They want us to fail that 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, pull a bitch 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 niggas lame (pussy nigga)
Nigga's terrible, who y'all
leeches I can't feed 'em, I can't baby y'all
I'm giving headshots, I ain't 'bout to fade
Bitch you fuckin', bye Felicia, I can't play with y'all

Why they hate to see a real make it
I done made a lot of change now my people's
By myself, I need no witness
Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm it
I my head up and middle finger to the sky
And living every fuckin' day it's Mardi Gras
Im'a this shit, win, lose, or draw
You think I this hard to fuck it off