F**k Boy (feat. Molly Brazy & Tokyo Jetz) [Remix]

Six in the morning, **** at my door

I'm tryna figure out what he out there for

Last time I seen him he was talking shit

Found out his new girl can't suck no dick

Hit the intercom I ain't let him in

Pussy **** lucky I ain't fuck his friends

Prolly thought at bitch, would be down and out

'Til he seen my riding round in that chromed out Benz

South Beach **** you ain't bout that life

You cross that bridge they taking all the ice

You don't want no problems with them boys from the bottom

Strip your ass butt naked and hit the turn pike

You's a fuck boy, fuck boy

My bitch been said it

That's why I should've let your best friend get it

We went on trips, you bought Chanel

But money ain't shit when you soft as hell

Cause you's a fuck boy, fuck boy

My momma even said it

Got a new **** I ain't even gotta sweat it

You still gon talk and that's a got damn shame

But a hoe gon be a hoe and a lame gon be a lame fuck boy

You a fuck boy

You ain't tough, boy

Caught a gang, let 'em slide, get you touched boy

Tell my bitch to play the witness, that's a decoy

Silencer, big Glock, it make no noise

Back to back fifty pointers, playing freeze tag

Me and Trina coppin' new ice with each bag

Don't call my phone, pussy ****, 'cause your head trash

And tell your bitch to suck a dick, I got her big mad

You's a fuck boy, fuck boy

My bitch been said it

That's why I should've let your best friend get it

We went on trips, you bought Chanel

But money ain't shit when you soft as hell

Cause you's a fuck boy, fuck boy

My momma even said it

Got a new **** I ain't even gotta sweat it

You still gon talk and that's a got damn shame

But a hoe gon be a hoe and a lame gon be a lame fuck boy

Pussy ****, you been trippin' for what?

On the 'Gram, peepin' shit, bitch, you been dissin' for what?

Keep it a hunnid, I'ma different kind of a bitch

Wouldn't let you fuck again if you had another **** dick

All that fakin', all that playin', speakin' on me, whatchoo sayin'?

Give no fuck about yo bitch, she could have them problems wit' yo ass

Pillow talkin' like a hoe, I thought you knew better

New ****, we gon' do better

Got a lawyer and then he gon' get this new, new and ah

Cause you's a fuck boy, fuck boy

My momma even said it

Got a new **** I ain't even gotta sweat it

You still gon talk and that's a God damn shame

But a hoe gon be a hoe and a lame gon be a lame fuck boy