C.F.W.M Video (MV)

D-Mark got that E, honey
Nigga hatin' on me, Cause he ain't got no Motion
Put the business on the ground, yeah you Know stand on it
Me and Moody smoke woods, we run through Ounces by the dozen
Ayy, yeah lil shawty bad, but I still pass her
To my cousin
Yeah, the trap phone off, but the main phone
Still buzzin'
Ayy, I'm the head man, you can call me David Ruffin
Yeah, I got 20 grams, but bout 10 is what I'm
Stuffin'
Brung shawty to the yams, I hope she don't
Think I'm cuffin'
I'm from Florida, lil' baby, yeah, tha
ZaZa what we puffin'
They say be the bigger man, but nigga, I can't
Walk away
He was dissin' on the gram, I made this switch
Eat his face
Like, why you talkin' on the net, pussy
Say it to my face
Thought that he got away, till we ran up
In his place
All my life I've been crossed, had to get that
Shit straight
That lowkey kinda hurt, so I fixed it with
A eighth
Niggas ate at my face, now they reachin' for My plate
I'ma say what I wanna, nigga, call me Andrew Tate
Nigga, claim that he hard, bitch, come and Meet your fate
Yeah, the pussy was good, but I can't stand to See her face
I don't trust none of these hoes, I can't buy a Bitch no lace
Keep speakin' on Kimani, and Big Bang gon' Catch a case
Pussy say he gon' spin, but no, you're not a disc
If that nigga tryna spend, alcohol can't help This man
Got to charge it to the game, hope you got a Couple cents
Nigga, say he don't trust God, I'ma make his Ass repent
Drop the bag on some clothes, and you know I Spent your rent
Hit a bitch with my socks on, hoe im tryna get My rocks off
Straight to the grind, yeah, I can never fall off
Nigga, hatin on me, cause he ain't got no Motion
Put a business on the ground, yeah, you know I Stand on it
Me and Moody smoke woods, we run through Ounces by tha dozen
Ayy, yeah lil shawty bad, but I still pass her to My cousin
Yeah, the trap phone off, but the main phone Still buzzin
I'm the head man, you can call me David Ruffin
Yeah, I got 20 grams, but bout 10 is what I'm Stuffin
Nigga, dissin on Big Bxng, and his mama who I I'm f*ckin
Now, he say he wanna grid, he must not know The gang, be clutchin
Yeah, all real niggas, S-A-H, them my brothers
Yeah, we all got hands, don't need no triggers, We be bumpin
Put out in the yard, and the dumb bitch went To stompin
Yeah, I don't like to argue, I'ma leave you if you Toxic
Gave her the keys to the whip, but you can't Drive, only park it
I walk with that Iron Man, they say I'm Tony Starkin
I remember the days, blowin' on gas in Kay Larkin

Yeah, y'all can't f*ck with me, bruh
I'm that f*ckin' nigga for real, bruh, I'm tryna Tell y'all, bruh
Y'all better f*ckin' realize, stop f*ckin' hatin' On me, bruh
On God, nigga, you trippin

F*ck wrong with y'all niggas, man
Y'all better act like y'all don't f*ckin' know Who the f*ck it is, man
On God
Niggas in my city hatin', niggas out the city Hatin

Niggas I don't know, niggas I do know, what The f*ck is goin' on
Damn, we was cool in school, what the f*ck is Up now
When you see me, you gon' shake my hand And-and-and-and-and
Try to dap me up and shit

You don't really f*ck with me for real, nigga
F*ck you
Y'all can't f*ck with Bang, man
Get off my dick