Fuck Y'all Boys (feat. 4NG3L)

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Dizo

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Money hoes and clothes , is all that's testin' for me, bae
If gettin money was a race, then y'all boys in last place, huh
Turnin' up the club when I walk in, can't look away, huh
I'm startin' to think that God made me to put y'all in y'all place

Young angel, talk your shit, y'all different, you the same, huh
Everybody comin' up, all sound the fuckin' same
Youngin', you ain't lonely, no, you ain't destroy a thing
Know some people take your top, same prices, homie, chain, huh

I know a couple people flippin' rock, they're makin' big things happen
Know a couple bums that I came up with, and it's fuckin' tragic
Know I don't got remorse for all the fakes, all y'all boys fuckin
Disrespectful asses, bitch, don't talk, it's not my fuckin' ratchet

Feedin' for the real world, all the punks, I got a fuckin' habit
G-Lux on the team, don't play with us, we make shit fuckin' happen
Big rocks on the ring, I ice my shit out till it fuckin' flashy
Big hood by my thing, I keep on shootin' till it's fuckin' jammin

Bape on my back, I zip my shit up and I get to clappin
Triple six, my bank, bitch, I'm a demon, makin' fuckin' magic
Keep it real, yeah, it's your life with all that fuckin' scammin
Play it, tell me, really, are you with all that shit you rappin'

You ain't tote no banger, pussy, you ain't pop no pill, huh
You ain't tate no pole, huh, you ain't crack no seal, huh
Uh-huh, yeah
Money hooes, and clothes, it's all that's destined for me, baby, huh

Turnin' up the club when I walk in, can't look away
If gettin' money was a race, then y'all boys in last place
I'm startin' to think that God make me to put y'all in y'all place
Bitch, Benji, I'm at shit, stop playin

What up
Woke up blessed, I ain't had to do nothin
But I'm still gettin' paid
All I did was watch my phone  and play the damn fuckin' game

If I break me down a P, then it gon' be a good day (it gone be a good day)
Got rap dreams, so I'm finna stick my mind to it
Cause I had trap dreams, and now my 41 it hit
Put my mind to it, and I could accomplish anything

Marty McFly, gone' have to send Miss Fizz to take these rounds up out your spine
Eat your bitch from head to toe, she feel in love like Mordecai
If you talkin' on my doggy, Angel, then them shots gon' fly

Lazer beam on the yop, I got all type of choppers
Smokin' out the pound, you would've thought the youngin' was a rasta
Kill a pussy, hatin opp, and then I go and eat some pasta
Like I'm Tony, gettin' racks and crackin' ass

Livin' life just like a mobster, fuckin' all your homies
She the type to do that to you
This cup it worth 400, codeine, the type to do that to you
Outlet space, chillin' up on Neptune, might take a trip to pluto

First whip, paid out cash, you know I took out that two-door
Audi, yeah, the four rings, had a fuckin' floor
that bitch pass the opps
Hold on and go that fuckin' Opp right there

Told my youngin' grab the Glock, we finna get him
Finna hit that boy with that Smith & Wesson
Hit him with a hundred shots
You know that chopper finna fly

I'll kill any pussy hatin', boy, talkin' bout the clan
You know them pussies finna die

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