CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Fuck a Hook
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yuh
I'm smoking on that motherf**king, good sh*t
And it's a fat a** wood!
I can't stress over a b*t*h especially one that ain't mine (yuh)
Ima tax your a** if you think ima pull up for a dime (b*t*h you stupid)
Ayy dont match me with the gas if you is rolling a point five
She a 10 but talk too much I had to drop her to a nine (damn)
I got the gas that'd make you choke the type that fill it in your throat
She so wet that when we be f**kin, so I pull off in a boat (I'm gone)
All my n***as really shootin and my mama got a Wesson
I smoke way too much to give a f**k about a b*t*h I'm stressin
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, fours up yeah that's what my people say
Ayy b*t*h yeah we rollin this so ain't no running from this fate
Yeah, all my n***as will kill you
All my n***as will shoot you (They will)
Is you stupid?
Hold up, b*t*h is you... is you geekin'? (Is you geekin'?)
B*t*h you trippin (B*t*h you trippin), I copped a pack (I copped a pack)
And I ain't sharin' (And I ain't sharin'), who you lackin' (who you lackin')
Yeah we bussin (Yeah we bussin)
Straight headshots n***a no concussion
Oh my, you can't tell me sh*t today
And I'm on it if you want it
He might get killed today
Bands up in my pocket
And I'm smoking on that rocket
Once a n***a off the gas man I swear it ain't no stoppin
Ah, yeah
Are u stupid?
Uh, yeah
Did you take a loss?
F**kin with my team
N***a thats a f**king loss
Uh,yeah
Sh*t it's a loss
Yeah it's a loss
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Love you mama, Love you mama)
I'm smoking on that motherf**king, good sh*t
And it's a fat a** wood!
I can't stress over a b*t*h especially one that ain't mine (yuh)
Ima tax your a** if you think ima pull up for a dime (b*t*h you stupid)
Ayy dont match me with the gas if you is rolling a point five
She a 10 but talk too much I had to drop her to a nine (damn)
I got the gas that'd make you choke the type that fill it in your throat
She so wet that when we be f**kin, so I pull off in a boat (I'm gone)
All my n***as really shootin and my mama got a Wesson
I smoke way too much to give a f**k about a b*t*h I'm stressin
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, fours up yeah that's what my people say
Ayy b*t*h yeah we rollin this so ain't no running from this fate
Yeah, all my n***as will kill you
All my n***as will shoot you (They will)
Is you stupid?
Hold up, b*t*h is you... is you geekin'? (Is you geekin'?)
B*t*h you trippin (B*t*h you trippin), I copped a pack (I copped a pack)
And I ain't sharin' (And I ain't sharin'), who you lackin' (who you lackin')
Yeah we bussin (Yeah we bussin)
Straight headshots n***a no concussion
Oh my, you can't tell me sh*t today
And I'm on it if you want it
He might get killed today
Bands up in my pocket
And I'm smoking on that rocket
Once a n***a off the gas man I swear it ain't no stoppin
Ah, yeah
Are u stupid?
Uh, yeah
Did you take a loss?
F**kin with my team
N***a thats a f**king loss
Uh,yeah
Sh*t it's a loss
Yeah it's a loss
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Love you mama, Love you mama)
