F U 2x Video (MV)

Yeah, everybody with me got motion, yeah
Moshpit, Baby, open it up (yeah-yeah)
Five in the mornin', open the club (let's go)
Ran out of ones, so I'm throwin' a dub (f*ckin' it up)
Clean as a whistle, straight from the mud (real mud)
She know she a dime, but I treat her like a dub
Went around the world, all I needed was a buzz (oh, yeah)
Tryna hang with us, you gon' have to have a plug
Question of the day, do I still sell drugs? (Do what?)
Yeah-yeah, motherf*cker, what you want? Pull up
I done had the baddest of the baddest put up (okay)
Every time I take a picture, throw the hood up (on God)
Every time it time to handle business, stood up (stacked)
Nigga think he runnin' off with mine, good luck
She know she the one, but I barely even call (yeah)
Fake good bitch, so I treat her like a dog
All fly shit, you won't catch her in the mall
Real dream team, me and Ced hoggin' ball
Twenty foreign cars, I ain't never gotta walk
Billionaire dollar lawyer, I ain't never gotta talk
Streets love me, ain't never fallin' off
Bought a Cartier bracelet, she don't never take 'em off

Claim to be a player, but I f*cked your wife (ooh)
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, f*ck your life (lil' boy)
All she want, a young nigga to f*ck her right (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

Yeah, all money and no emotion, yeah (yes, sir)
"Can't be f*cked with," my slogan, yeah (yes, sir)
Trap house bunkin', that's brodie (that's brodie), yeah
Make another hundred, I'm focused (I'm focused), yeah
Shawty rockin' with me, she'll hold a pack
White shit, thick like Doja Cat
F*ckin' up the money, you wrong for that (stupid)
Comin' through trim, we known for that (I do it)
You don't know another nigga like this, I'm him
I ain't f*ckin' with these bitches, fell back, they weird
Top tier women, I done had 'em on film
My brothers my brothers, I don't got no family (family)
Ridin' 'round the city with a chop' and a fin
Cross that line, shit, not gon' end (I ain't lyin')
I been T'd up since my first lil' ten
She was ridin' in the Uber 'til I put her in the Benz (big dog)
Real livin' legend, I had million dollar spots (you want)
Cocaine water, baking soda in the pot (whip up)
Whole lot of pounds, we ain't never runnin' out
Goin' baby lamb crazy, six thousand a pop (come trim)
A whole lot of hatin', niggas hopin' that you flop
Ol' broke-ass nigga, you need to go and get a job (broke)
Knowin' that your bitches start workin' with the cops (can't stop)
Talkin' to these bitches, it's the reason he got robbed

Claim to be a player, but I f*cked your wife (ooh)
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, f*ck your life (lil' boy)
All she want, a young nigga to f*ck her right (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

F*ck ya twice, P
I tell ya (hahaha), tell ya