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The Fuccbois

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Dub dab on 'em
Turt trap on 'em
Star cap on 'em
Ty' trap on 'em
Marijuana
Bap, bap on 'em
I'm squawking on 'em
I'm socking on 'em
Bap, bap, bop, bop
Brrrrr, Brrrrr
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
Walking out our mansion
Wearing our free gucci
Got loads of jewelry
Your boys are back with unity
(Hey, wassup)
Your boys are back with unity
The public wants more of us
Straight Fire caused some ruckus
I’m here to tell you that ain’t nothing
Cuz Hundo P is coming
Hey, can I tell you something?
Your weak ass verse is literal trash
My verses though, get me all the cash
This album is gonna be a smash
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
'Bout to dab up on them folks
'Bout to get all of the dough
You can hear my name floating on the wind
Star come to play then Star gonna win
I take what I want, but I never get took
And these fake ass crews see my face, they stay shook
I’m flicking on my wrist look at these 1’s boy, aye
I’m looking back like look how far we come boy, aye
I’m riding in some shit you never seen boy, aye
Doing dirt, but my shoes stay clean boy, aye
Hit you with the shit boi, I ain’t nothing to sneeze at
Selling all that good, got the fiends on they knees at
Shit I’m selling got these bitches playing with they nose
Sliding thru the function, keep these bois on they toes
Everybody wondering why my wrist stay froze
Everybody in the building staring at my clothes
Hide it in the ceiling now these bitches play me close
Give me dap when you see me cuz after the shit I’m ghost
People like boi how you shine so bright
I said I’m a fucking Star bitch open up your eyes
When I step up, it’s 30 Gs hoping out the ride
And the limo stay shaking cuz it's keys in the sides
Beat you anywhere, any time, any place
My verses’ll scorch, on your phone or on a tape
I ain’t a bitch so I don’t f*ck with no vapes
I only f*ck with straight green, weed, or the papes
Police can never find me cuz I’m state to state
Got a warrant out on me so I’m probably gon' be late
I wrote a whole album just to tell you I ain’t fond of ya
Living under the sea, boi, you can catch me wearing nautica
I pull up to your anchor with the whole crew and slaughter ya
I bought a garbage truck to have a place to get the bodies dumped
I’m holding on a shotty when you died nobody thought of ya
I’m at the funeral holding the coffin bawling at ya luck
Hold up, the Fuccbois is here
Take a break for a while, get some shit for your ears
Hold up, the Fuccbois is here
Take a break for a while, get some shit for your ears

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