FUC YOU - Joey Fatts

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Had the rent up, like a in these 97's

I been fuckin' on your BM, she stay off 97

I’m just a broke ass nigga, if I let you tell 'em (Laudiano)

But your bitch be fuckin' got it bustin', like a MAC-11, uh

fuck on a nigga, ballin'

Heard your baby daddy out there trippin', I’ma all that

problems, we don’t start that

Talkin' out your ass, you gon' end up with the shit back (Yeah)

That .40 get to buckin' on your bitch' ass

Like a suit and tie, bitch, I’m with the business, uh (With the business)

Big white brick, like riff-raff

I be pushin' weight on the strip, like it’s gym class

Niggas be braggin' 'bout shit, that I been had

This jewelry cost three ki’s nigga, do the math (Nigga, do the math)

You don’t wanna race with me, I throw this bitch and drag (Skrrt, skrrt)

Bitch, you gotta pay the fee, can’t give a bitch a pass, uh (Bitch a pass)

Before you post with me, you gotta post a ad (Post a ad)

Before you layin' up with me, you gotta up a bag (Up a bag)

I don’t do this shit for free, I’m 'bout my fucking cash

Complainin' that you broke, but you on your fucking ass

Mama always told me not to fuck with you suckers

I can’t fuck with these niggas or trust 'em

I can’t hang with no bitch, fuck nothing

I just want the bag, baby, you just do the fucking

Fate just hit my phone, said it’s bustin'

Knife in front of that K, like a Russian

Fuck you and the niggas you run with (Fuck you)

Fuck you and the niggas you run with (Fuck you)

Big guns, big guns, I got big guns, big weight

All this coke, white, weigh a shit ton

Turn redrum, we don’t buck guns, come and get some

We don’t play with no opps, we gon' chip one

Bitch, I’m feeling myself, uh (Myself)

This face, I’m so high, I need help (I need help)

Big drank, I’ma sip it myself (Yeah)

Don’t owe no niggas shit, bitch, I did it myself, like (Like)

Hundred grand just knotch my belt, you (You)

Signing deals, gettin' put on a shelf, ayy (Ayy)

You type o' nigga, they sadly don’t bail you (You)

You type o' nigga in trouble gon' tell

Thumb drive that Cadillac, a bat outta hell (Skrrt, skrrt)

Bitch, I just rap, I got rich of a scale (Of a scale)

Think it’s a joke, like it’s Kennan and Kel

The trap get to singin' like Patty Lebelle

Mama always told me not to fuck with you suckers

I can’t fuck with these niggas or trust 'em

I can’t hang with no bitch, fuck nothing

I just want the bag, baby, you just do the fucking

Fate just hit my phone, said it’s bustin'

Knife in front of that K, like a Russian

Fuck you and the niggas you run with (Fuck you)

Fuck you and the niggas you run with (Fuck you)