F*ck class
F*ck school
F*ck work
F*ck Rules
F*ck Cops
F*ck You
He Trippin?
F*ck Dude
F*ck Me?
Naw nigga F*ck you
And yo dead homies
Yea F*ck them too
Heard the feds on me
I guess them F*ck niggas told
Too busy chasin the bag so f*ck a bitch phonk
F*ck larenzo
F*ck yo ken folk
Wtf he think he riding clean
F*ck yo pinto
I push a benzo
My f*ckin Fist froze
F*cking clean
F*cking on
MR flip a brick
Mr hit a lick
Mr slap a bitch nigga kuz he talking shit
Mr blood I'm on
Mr Rico Ricx
Mr chase da dough
Like a dog chase his bone
F*ck class
F*ck school
F*ck work
F*ck Rules
F*ck Cops
F*ck You
He Trippin?
F*ck Dude
Put a 8th in backwood then I smoke
Kuz I don't f*ck with them skinny blunts you roll
It's murder she wrote if I ain't f*cking with yo dro
F*ck you and that backdoor dat you niggas toke
Put it back in yo coat don't pull that f*ck shit no more
Or I'll put my Glock throat don't gag or I'll blow brains all on the floor
Like I dropped my ravioli bowl
Turn that gas on in that bitch
Put a candle in the room
Close all the windows and leave my ass up out the back door
F*ck they called 5-0
F*ck the popo
F*ck broke bitches
Kuz if my pockets low can't get no do with ya
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F*ck class
F*ck school
F*ck work
F*ck Rules
F*ck Cops
F*ck You
He Trippin?
F*ck Dude
F*ck Me?
Naw nigga F*ck you
And yo dead homies
Yea F*ck them too
Heard the feds on me
I guess them F*ck niggas told
Too busy chasin the bag so f*ck a bitch phonk
F*ck larenzo
F*ck yo ken folk
Wtf he think he riding clean
F*ck yo pinto
I push a benzo
My f*ckin Fist froze
F*cking clean
F*cking on
MR flip a brick
Mr hit a lick
Mr slap a bitch nigga kuz he talking shit
Mr blood I'm on
Mr Rico Ricx
Mr chase da dough
Like a dog chase his bone
F*ck class
F*ck school
F*ck work
F*ck Rules
F*ck Cops
F*ck You
He Trippin?
F*ck Dude
Put a 8th in backwood then I smoke
Kuz I don't f*ck with them skinny blunts you roll
It's murder she wrote if I ain't f*cking with yo dro
F*ck you and that backdoor dat you niggas toke
Put it back in yo coat don't pull that f*ck shit no more
Or I'll put my Glock throat don't gag or I'll blow brains all on the floor
Like I dropped my ravioli bowl
Turn that gas on in that bitch
Put a candle in the room
Close all the windows and leave my ass up out the back door
F*ck they called 5-0
F*ck the popo
F*ck broke bitches
Kuz if my pockets low can't get no do with ya
F*ck school
F*ck work
F*ck Rules
F*ck Cops
F*ck You
He Trippin?
F*ck Dude
F*ck Me?
Naw nigga F*ck you
And yo dead homies
Yea F*ck them too
Heard the feds on me
I guess them F*ck niggas told
Too busy chasin the bag so f*ck a bitch phonk
F*ck larenzo
F*ck yo ken folk
Wtf he think he riding clean
F*ck yo pinto
I push a benzo
My f*ckin Fist froze
F*cking clean
F*cking on
MR flip a brick
Mr hit a lick
Mr slap a bitch nigga kuz he talking shit
Mr blood I'm on
Mr Rico Ricx
Mr chase da dough
Like a dog chase his bone
F*ck class
F*ck school
F*ck work
F*ck Rules
F*ck Cops
F*ck You
He Trippin?
F*ck Dude
Put a 8th in backwood then I smoke
Kuz I don't f*ck with them skinny blunts you roll
It's murder she wrote if I ain't f*cking with yo dro
F*ck you and that backdoor dat you niggas toke
Put it back in yo coat don't pull that f*ck shit no more
Or I'll put my Glock throat don't gag or I'll blow brains all on the floor
Like I dropped my ravioli bowl
Turn that gas on in that bitch
Put a candle in the room
Close all the windows and leave my ass up out the back door
F*ck they called 5-0
F*ck the popo
F*ck broke bitches
Kuz if my pockets low can't get no do with ya
Writer: Hakeem Funtua
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