F**k It Off (feat. Chris Brown)

Who you think you finna play with?

Who you think you finna run yo' mouth to and won't say shit?

I'm outchea, when it's cold, leave you out there

Them bullets hot, think not, get ya mouth chipped

Hella **** talk shit, but they stand still

Let's take a trip, duct tape, how the van feel?

Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers on my chain n' shit

Keep playin' wit Liu Kang, I'ma kick it to your main bitch

And I been fuckin' hoes on my bae shit

Come to the crib, I tell her go to the spaceship

Red pill, blue pill, we in The Matrix

Take it to the face, better do what I say, bitch

He make it outta here, then he a winner

If a **** try to run, then we pull up in Sprinters

We get to bustin' at yo' bucket, fuck it, hit yo' liver

End of discussion, it's nothin', I eat you pussies for dinner

I got no time for fake ones

Killers on the west side wit them real guns

And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' still come

Where you at? Here ****!

All this pussy, I'ma drill som'n

Why they hate to see a real **** make it?

I done made a lot of change, now my people changing

By myself, I don't need no witness

Can't thank nobody but the Lord, 'cause I'm gettin' it

I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky

And live in every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras

I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw

You think I worked this hard to fuck it off?

Once again, I gotta remind these ****

Balenciaga, 'member when I couldn't buy these, ****

Call them bricks birds, 'cause we really fly these bitches

Tell yo' mans I know I'm lit, but don't eye me, ****

I'm solving every single problem with a tool

Supersoak a **** like he jumpin' out the pool

If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news

Chopper lift a **** up, I bet he make it to the moon (Bah!)

You can tell me and Breezy at the top

They want us to fail, hoping that we fall, but we not

Don't feel bad for what I did to them ****' block

Can't say what happened, just know I had to get rid of the Glock

Remember my lick days, couldn't pull a bitch days

Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, that shit paid

**** tryna fake beef with a ****, that's just hate

Sneak diss, see me out, jump on my dick, these **** lame (Pussy ****)

Aye, **** terrible, who raised y'all?

**** leeches, I can't feed 'em, I can't baby y'all

I'm giving headshots out, ain't 'bouta fade y'all

Bitch, you ain't fuckin', bye, Felicia, I can't play wit y'all

Why they hate to see a real **** make it?

I done made a lot of change, now my people changing

By myself, I don't need no witness

Can't thank nobody but the Lord, 'cause I'm gettin' it

I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky

And live in every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras

I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw

You think I worked this hard to fuck it off?