Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck It Off

Helluva baby

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

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

Once again, I gotta these niggas
Balenciaga, remember when I buy these nigga
Called em' bricks, birds cause we really fly bitches
Tell your mans I know I'm lit, but don't eye me
I'm solving every single problem with a
Supersoak a like he jumping off the pool
If the hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news
lift a nigga up I bet he make it to the moon (pow)
You can tell me and at the top
want us to fail hoping that we fall but we not
Don't feel bad for what I did to them nigga's
Can't say what happened, just know I had to get rid of the
Remember my lick days, couldn't pull a days
Now I ain't on none of the bills, that shit paid
Nigga tried to fake beef a nigga
Sneak diss see me I'll jump on my dick niggas lame (pussy nigga)
terrible, who raised y'all
Nigga's I can't feed 'em, I can't baby y'all
I'm giving headshots, I ain't 'bout to fade
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 now my people's changing
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 every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras
finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw
You I work this hard to fuck it off