Joey Fatts Fuc You Lyrics

[Intro]
Oo-ooh
Mmm

[Verse 1]
Had the rent up, like a [?] in these 97's
I been f*ckin' on your BM, she stay off 97
I'm just a broke ass nigga, if I let you tell 'em (Laudiano)
But your bitch be f*ckin' got it bustin', like a MAC-11, uh
[?] f*ck on a nigga, ballin'
Heard your baby daddy out there trippin', I'ma all that
[?] problems, we don't start that
Talkin' out your ass, you gon' end up with the shit back (Yeah)
That .40 get to buckin' on your bitch' ass
Like a suit and tie, bitch, I'm with the business, uh (With the business)
Big white brick, like riff-raff
I be pushin' weight on the strip, like it's gym class
Niggas be braggin' 'bout shit, that I been had
This jewelry cost three ki's nigga, do the math (Nigga, do the math)
You don't wanna race with me, I throw this bitch and drag (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch, you gotta pay the fee, can't give a bitch a pass, uh (Bitch a pass)
Before you post with me, you gotta post a ad (Post a ad)
Before you layin' up with me, you gotta up a bag (Up a bag)
I don't do this shit for free, I'm 'bout my f*cking cash
Complainin' that you broke, but you on your f*cking ass

[Chorus]
Mama always told me not to f*ck with you suckers
I can't f*ck with these niggas or trust 'em
I can't hang with no bitch, f*ck nothing
I just want the bag, baby, you just do the f*cking
Fate just hit my phone, said it's bustin' Knife in front of that K, like a Russian
f*ck you and the niggas you run with (f*ck you)
f*ck you and the niggas you run with (f*ck you)

[Verse 2]
Big guns, big guns, I got big guns, big weight
All this coke, white, weigh a shit ton
Turn redrum, we don't buck guns, come and get some
We don't play with no opps, we gon' chip one
Bitch, I'm feeling myself, uh (Myself)
This face, I'm so high, I need help (I need help)
Big drank, I'ma sip it myself (Yeah)
Don't owe no niggas shit, bitch, I did it myself, like (Like)
Hundred grand just knotch my belt, you (You)
Signing deals, gettin' put on a shelf, ayy (Ayy)
You type o' nigga, they sadly don't bail you (You)
You type o' nigga in trouble gon' tell
Thumb drive that Cadillac, a bat outta hell (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch, I just rap, I got rich of a scale (Of a scale)
Think it's a joke, like it's Kennan and Kel
The trap get to singin' like Patty Lebelle

[Chorus]
Mama always told me not to f*ck with you suckers
I can't f*ck with these niggas or trust 'em
I can't hang with no bitch, f*ck nothing
I just want the bag, baby, you just do the f*cking
Fate just hit my phone, said it's bustin'
Knife in front of that K, like a Russian
f*ck you and the niggas you run with (f*ck you)
f*ck you and the niggas you run with (f*ck you)