F#%k You (feat. Slim Dunkin)

I think they mad 'cause I'm relevant

Big choppers put holes in elephants

I got a bad bitch and she's elegant

Bet a hundred thousand that bitch selling it

Come on the block, bitch, I'm doing all this shit

Them suckers over there looking is irrelevant

I got a boatload coming from Mexico

And if the bitches talking gas, they ass like Texaco

I'm a reckless ho, you can't check this ho

Bitch, my outfit cost more than your necklace, ho

And I'm doing shit that you never seen before

Having withdrawals, man, hurry with my bow

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

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Bitch, fuck your mama too

You can't fuck with us

You can't do what we do

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

You can't fuck with us

You can't do what we do

I got a swag so sick, make the ho start cough

I got a Lamborghini, hit the gas, bitch, get lost

You with a loser, need to lose him, if not, your loss

I got a suburban timber she stay in their cross

I'm a boss, you's a worker, boy, go jerk off

Brick Squad on the stage, know our shirts off

And I'm horny as a rhino and her ass soft

I got a fetish for a fine ho, I break her off

Let's get it on, let's get it in

Let's get it on, do it again

So bring a friend if you want to

Don't tell me what you won't do

Want me like I want you?

All night long, let's get it on

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

You can't fuck with us

You can't do what we do

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

I fuck her, you lick her

I hit her and pass her

The number at the light, Imma fuck her by tonight

She says her friend a dyke so she allergic to the pipe

Under roun' roun' no assurance, fuck the no queen no endurance

Take care of my appearance, shoes on clearance

Fuck your mama, your sister and your kids

Would say fuck your girl but I already did

I be in and out of jock, can go in and out raw

And I got the bird, man, I be stuntin' like my pa

Going private when I travel plane, Louis in my baggie claim

Standing on the couches with V-Nasty and Gucci Mane

All the ice on my hands got my fingers cold

Call me Slim Dunk, I don't finger roll

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

You can't fuck with us

You can't do what we do

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

Fuck you

Bitch, fuck your mama too

You can't fuck with us

You can't do what we do