[ Featuring Young Dolph ]
F*ck that shit (DJ Paul)
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
F*ck that shit
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
I'm tryna dodge haters, they keep poppin' up
I got 'em comin' back, I guess it's not enough
Get it in a bag or get it bottled up
Tear the club up like Three 6 Mafia
I feel like
(F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that)
I feel like
(F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that)
I told 'em (f*ck that)
I made a couple hundred with my man
Really starvin', in my stomach, I had cramps
Had me feelin' like (f*ck that)
Me and Pooch Loc was gettin' food stamps
Since then, I been the nicest out the camp
Niggas still was sayin' (f*ck that)
Same old shit, like you ain't f*ckin' on the stars
And you ain't drinkin', you gets nothin' at the bar
Lil' mama, I feel like (f*ck that)
Smokin' Cookie, shit done took me outer space
She ready, she put that pussy in your face
My nigga, you better (f*ck that)
We pull up on 'em niggas when it's lit
No time to be wastin', if it's not a hit
Honestly, I feel like (f*ck that)
Bunch of young wild niggas, it's hard to tell 'em shit
Nobody gave us nothin', had to sell this shit
I feel like
(F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that)
I feel like
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F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that)
I feel like
(F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that)
I feel like
(F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that)
I feel like (f*ck that)
She never had no nigga with no money
Asked me why they keep on lookin' at me funny
I don't know, I told her (f*ck that)
She noddin' in my lap just like a junkie
Lately, I been gettin' booked all out the country
If you don't love me, homie (f*ck that)
Couldn't get it in the spot, we had to stomp 'em
Ass fat, but her face look like a monster, my nigga
I couldn't (f*ck that)
I'm out the country somewhere twisted with your wife
Imagine they offer twenty-five to life
I'd tell my lawyer (f*ck that)
Rest in peace to Nipsey, rest in peace to Kobe
Show a couple niggas love, but dawg, if you don't know me (f*ck that)
I had roaches in my pantry, mama drove a Camry
F*ck a Grammy, if it ain't about the family, you know
(F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that)
I feel like
(F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that)
I feel like
(F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that)
I feel like
(F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that) uh-huh
I feel like (f*ck that)
It's Dolph
Closed mouths don't get fed
Nothin' comes to a sleeper but a dream, so I'm like (f*ck that)
Yeah, yeah
Hop up out the bed soon as I open up my eyes
Got money to go get, yah' mean? So I'm like (f*ck that)
For real, though
It's the middle of the day
Crack a seal, pour a eight
See an opp, he gettin' ate, ayy (f*ck that)
Nigga don't even take care his own kids
How the f*ck I'm 'posed to trust you, nigga?
That's why I'm like (f*ck that, what?)
When I was little, told my mama I'ma move her out the gutter
Had to learn how to hustle, was like (f*ck that), huh
I can show you how to do some shit in your hood to make your money double, but, uh
(Uh), yeah (uh), yeah (uh), yeah (uh), yeah (uh), yeah (uh), yeah (uh)
I feel like
(F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that)
I feel like
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F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that)
I feel like
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F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit, f*ck that)
I feel like
F*ck that shit (DJ Paul)
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
F*ck that shit
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
