Ayyyyy
F*ck ya love
F*ck you niggas and you bitches
You ain't show me nun
I was out here in the trenches tryna catch a buck
I ain't have a dime Punch had to help me stunt
All I know was rhyme trappin for a healthy lunch
I give credit where it's due but to you it's f*ck ya
You can even have a pool but I still won't puncture
Bitches dummies wit some brain and a heavy dump truck
If you lookin' for a handout well good luck
I was out here payin' dues that shit had me stuck
Needed glue not the flu but these folks be sickening
Whole team know this shit wasn't always glistening
Prayin' for a save hope that God always listenin
Who would I be if I ain't have a couple dents
I might pass on the pass around cause I'm a prince
But now I'm a king
I call all the picks
Never been a trick just a gentleman
O way so militant
We start and finish shit
My soul don't know no quits
Don't let em stop the legwork they try to make you sit
This shit all politics I'm here to hit the big lick
F*ck ya love
F*ck you niggas and you bitches
You ain't show me nun
I was out here in the trenches tryna catch a buck
I ain't have a dime Punch had to help me stunt
All I know was rhyme trappin for a healthy lunch
I give credit where it's due but to you it's f*ck ya
You can even have a pool but I still won't puncture
Bitches dummies wit some brain and a heavy dump truck
If you lookin' for a handout well good luck
Why you act like you was here when you wasn't
All I had was my tears for the plummet
Knockout punches I came from nothin
Thuggin' and runnin'
Streets movin' bags in the country
Hard shit no honey' dark clouds no sunny
No big homies phonks turned phony
Long nights was lonely can you come over
No text back thought my jack was out of whack
I came back so hard when they was packin' up they bags
I'll never fall off I always keep a jet pack
I'm in a lit loft next to God
With new bags and new tasks
F*ck ya love
F*ck you niggas and you bitches
You ain't show me nun
I was out here in the trenches tryna catch a buck
I ain't have a dime Punch had to help me stunt
All I know was rhyme trappin for a healthy lunch
I give credit where it's due but to you it's f*ck ya
You can even have a pool but I still won't puncture
Bitches dummies wit some brain and a heavy dump truck
If you lookin' for a handout well good luck
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Ayyyyy
F*ck ya love
F*ck you niggas and you bitches
You ain't show me nun
I was out here in the trenches tryna catch a buck
I ain't have a dime Punch had to help me stunt
All I know was rhyme trappin for a healthy lunch
I give credit where it's due but to you it's f*ck ya
You can even have a pool but I still won't puncture
Bitches dummies wit some brain and a heavy dump truck
If you lookin' for a handout well good luck
I was out here payin' dues that shit had me stuck
Needed glue not the flu but these folks be sickening
Whole team know this shit wasn't always glistening
Prayin' for a save hope that God always listenin
Who would I be if I ain't have a couple dents
I might pass on the pass around cause I'm a prince
But now I'm a king
I call all the picks
Never been a trick just a gentleman
O way so militant
We start and finish shit
My soul don't know no quits
Don't let em stop the legwork they try to make you sit
This shit all politics I'm here to hit the big lick
F*ck ya love
F*ck you niggas and you bitches
You ain't show me nun
I was out here in the trenches tryna catch a buck
I ain't have a dime Punch had to help me stunt
All I know was rhyme trappin for a healthy lunch
I give credit where it's due but to you it's f*ck ya
You can even have a pool but I still won't puncture
Bitches dummies wit some brain and a heavy dump truck
If you lookin' for a handout well good luck
Why you act like you was here when you wasn't
All I had was my tears for the plummet
Knockout punches I came from nothin
Thuggin' and runnin'
Streets movin' bags in the country
Hard shit no honey' dark clouds no sunny
No big homies phonks turned phony
Long nights was lonely can you come over
No text back thought my jack was out of whack
I came back so hard when they was packin' up they bags
I'll never fall off I always keep a jet pack
I'm in a lit loft next to God
With new bags and new tasks
F*ck ya love
F*ck you niggas and you bitches
You ain't show me nun
I was out here in the trenches tryna catch a buck
I ain't have a dime Punch had to help me stunt
All I know was rhyme trappin for a healthy lunch
I give credit where it's due but to you it's f*ck ya
You can even have a pool but I still won't puncture
Bitches dummies wit some brain and a heavy dump truck
If you lookin' for a handout well good luck
F*ck ya love
F*ck you niggas and you bitches
You ain't show me nun
I was out here in the trenches tryna catch a buck
I ain't have a dime Punch had to help me stunt
All I know was rhyme trappin for a healthy lunch
I give credit where it's due but to you it's f*ck ya
You can even have a pool but I still won't puncture
Bitches dummies wit some brain and a heavy dump truck
If you lookin' for a handout well good luck
I was out here payin' dues that shit had me stuck
Needed glue not the flu but these folks be sickening
Whole team know this shit wasn't always glistening
Prayin' for a save hope that God always listenin
Who would I be if I ain't have a couple dents
I might pass on the pass around cause I'm a prince
But now I'm a king
I call all the picks
Never been a trick just a gentleman
O way so militant
We start and finish shit
My soul don't know no quits
Don't let em stop the legwork they try to make you sit
This shit all politics I'm here to hit the big lick
F*ck ya love
F*ck you niggas and you bitches
You ain't show me nun
I was out here in the trenches tryna catch a buck
I ain't have a dime Punch had to help me stunt
All I know was rhyme trappin for a healthy lunch
I give credit where it's due but to you it's f*ck ya
You can even have a pool but I still won't puncture
Bitches dummies wit some brain and a heavy dump truck
If you lookin' for a handout well good luck
Why you act like you was here when you wasn't
All I had was my tears for the plummet
Knockout punches I came from nothin
Thuggin' and runnin'
Streets movin' bags in the country
Hard shit no honey' dark clouds no sunny
No big homies phonks turned phony
Long nights was lonely can you come over
No text back thought my jack was out of whack
I came back so hard when they was packin' up they bags
I'll never fall off I always keep a jet pack
I'm in a lit loft next to God
With new bags and new tasks
F*ck ya love
F*ck you niggas and you bitches
You ain't show me nun
I was out here in the trenches tryna catch a buck
I ain't have a dime Punch had to help me stunt
All I know was rhyme trappin for a healthy lunch
I give credit where it's due but to you it's f*ck ya
You can even have a pool but I still won't puncture
Bitches dummies wit some brain and a heavy dump truck
If you lookin' for a handout well good luck
Writer: RILEY SMITH, DEVIN DAVIDSON, MAJID BRELAND
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Performed By: Foster
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: RILEY SMITH, DEVIN DAVIDSON, MAJID BRELAND