FWM (feat. YFN Lucci)

Wack a **** mammy, talk about playing with my family

I sell dope just like my daddy and still use hoes for they Addys

Liking off these Addys, I'ma try to send them where my granny stay

Lilly Mae, I'ma try to put one in the dirt today

Broad day, make them hop out on you at the chicken place

Pick a date, time or place, we gon' see you out

Past me on the e-way, make sure fat boy throw the easy out

Y'all was straight doing hiding that hate till it start leaking out

Gas station tryna steal a Jay and passing thesis out

Back waiting, go ahead and spank 'em if y'all see him out

Big hater, we can't even graze him, he don‘t leave his house

I don't speak no lies inside my rhymes like I got Jesus mouth

T-shirt came in wrinkled, I'ma iron it, I'ma starch it

I'ma mark it and then leave some extra, make it

I'ma spend my whole label check buying Fendi

Dog food, you know that I keep that dog with me

Good gas, tryna spread that bag through the city

I'm a real street ****, baby, fuck with me

Ten thousand cash for some ass and some titties

One thousand bags, half grams, all fifties

These designer drugs so my water not dripping

I'm a real street ****, baby, fuck with me

I'ma spend my whole label check buying Louis

Boss ****, bitch, I been flexing, I ain't new to it

I just copped a Rolls Royce and parked it in the hood

Bring out that 2018 Maybach, that bitch tryna make noise

Making no noise like my Rolls Royce

We be throwing shots, y'all be throwing darts

Bring out that GT, man, that bitch fill like a loan shark

Bring out them VVs, I'ma make 'em do they homework

This shit hammer on my wrist, I got this, ain't no verse

I'm no dog but my dog, he got vick, man, I ain't purping

If you ain't talking 'bout a meal ticket, we ain't conversing

We put opp **** into hearses, I'm so serious

I'ma spend my whole label check buying Fendi

Dog food, you know that I keep that dog with me

Good gas, tryna spread that bag through the city

I'm a real street ****, baby, fuck with me

Ten thousand cash for some ass and some titties

One thousand bags, half grams, all fifties

These designer drugs so my water not dripping

I'm a real street ****, baby, fuck with me