F*ck that
F*ck that
F*ck that
F*ck that I'll Smack you down with it
Make it bloody as f*ck I'm getting jiggy wit it
Nose full of drugs slowly losing my vision
Can't see what I'm doing third eye tunnel vision
Kinda wanna die can't make the decision
Tired of waiting watching on the television
Stepped outside turned into a witness
Should stayed in and did the dishes
Can't be broke gotta make my wishes
Come true one day Steady stuck in the trenches
Tryna make a bag got a helluva vengeance
You can't see me you ain't got the right vision
Blood on my money can't see the digits
Got jutsu so my flow is efficient
Tired of you bitches just tryna go fishing
Heart so cold swear it's going deficient HOE
(Money, bitches, bags)
(Blood Money bags, m-m-m-money, m-m-m-money, money, bags)
Feel like I'm takin' too much time
Livin' in my f*ckin' head
Rather leave me dead then alive instead
I feel like I am too much for your world let me in
Now you f*ck with me, and went left me on read
I've been talkin' on for you
Gettin' off on mom for you
Textin' what I'm goin' through
What I'm doin' right for you
(Money, bitches, bags)
(Blood Money bags, m-m-m-money, m-m-m-money, money, bags)
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F*ck that
F*ck that
F*ck that
F*ck that I'll Smack you down with it
Make it bloody as f*ck I'm getting jiggy wit it
Nose full of drugs slowly losing my vision
Can't see what I'm doing third eye tunnel vision
Kinda wanna die can't make the decision
Tired of waiting watching on the television
Stepped outside turned into a witness
Should stayed in and did the dishes
Can't be broke gotta make my wishes
Come true one day Steady stuck in the trenches
Tryna make a bag got a helluva vengeance
You can't see me you ain't got the right vision
Blood on my money can't see the digits
Got jutsu so my flow is efficient
Tired of you bitches just tryna go fishing
Heart so cold swear it's going deficient HOE
(Money, bitches, bags)
(Blood Money bags, m-m-m-money, m-m-m-money, money, bags)
Feel like I'm takin' too much time
Livin' in my f*ckin' head
Rather leave me dead then alive instead
I feel like I am too much for your world let me in
Now you f*ck with me, and went left me on read
I've been talkin' on for you
Gettin' off on mom for you
Textin' what I'm goin' through
What I'm doin' right for you
(Money, bitches, bags)
(Blood Money bags, m-m-m-money, m-m-m-money, money, bags)
F*ck that
F*ck that
F*ck that I'll Smack you down with it
Make it bloody as f*ck I'm getting jiggy wit it
Nose full of drugs slowly losing my vision
Can't see what I'm doing third eye tunnel vision
Kinda wanna die can't make the decision
Tired of waiting watching on the television
Stepped outside turned into a witness
Should stayed in and did the dishes
Can't be broke gotta make my wishes
Come true one day Steady stuck in the trenches
Tryna make a bag got a helluva vengeance
You can't see me you ain't got the right vision
Blood on my money can't see the digits
Got jutsu so my flow is efficient
Tired of you bitches just tryna go fishing
Heart so cold swear it's going deficient HOE
(Money, bitches, bags)
(Blood Money bags, m-m-m-money, m-m-m-money, money, bags)
Feel like I'm takin' too much time
Livin' in my f*ckin' head
Rather leave me dead then alive instead
I feel like I am too much for your world let me in
Now you f*ck with me, and went left me on read
I've been talkin' on for you
Gettin' off on mom for you
Textin' what I'm goin' through
What I'm doin' right for you
(Money, bitches, bags)
(Blood Money bags, m-m-m-money, m-m-m-money, money, bags)
Writer: Christian Conner, DJ Kimora
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid