Latto - Tha Fuck Lyrics

Whussup?
Whussup?
Uh-huh
Big Latto
Hey, I'll slap the-, uh (Earl on the beat)
(OG Parker)

I'll slap the f*ck out lil' shawty, keep callin' my phone
Checkin' me 'bout a nigga (hello?)
Ain't goin 'back and forth with you when my bag is bigger
The f*ck wrong witcha?
Drop the bag on yo' head, they comin' to get ya
Just copped the new Birkin bag just came with a pistol
I'll slap the f*ck out of one of these punk-ass niggas
I don't play 'bout my money
Nah, I can't walk in without it
Plus I need the back end, all blue hunnids
Drop the bag on your head, they comin' to get ya
(No) don't want your nigga, lil' baby, his pockets too little

Walk in the club and I f*ck it up
I don't talk much, I just run it up
Know they call me back end Latto
I did three shows one night, sum it up
Got these rap hoes tryna keep up
Ran down on 'em, made 'em give it up
Shawty if it's smoke, lemme know what's up
All you had to do was just speak up
I'll slap the f*ck out a ho like a Mack
Latto don't play 'bout that bag, and that's facts
Three black trucks, back to back
Don't need security, shooters ridin' in the back
These bitches wack, keep the shit a stack
Just came for the racks, I ain't come here to chat
Like a quarterback, I run with that sack
Don't get attached, 'cause this ain't that

I'll slap the f*ck out lil' shawty, keep callin' my phone
Checkin' me 'bout a nigga (hello?)
Ain't goin 'back and forth with you when my bag is bigger
The f*ck wrong witcha?
Drop the bag on yo' head, they comin' to get ya
Just copped the new Birkin bag it came with a pistol
I'll slap the f*ck out of one of these punk-ass niggas
I don't play 'bout my money
Nah, I can't walk in without it
Plus I need the back end, all blue hunnids
Drop the bag on your head, they comin' to get ya
(No) don't want your nigga, lil' baby, his pockets too little

I'll slap the f*ck out lil' shawty, keep callin' my phone
Checkin' me 'bout a nigga (hello?)
Ain't goin 'back and forth with you when my bag is bigger
The f*ck wrong witcha?
Drop the bag on yo' head, they comin' to get ya
Just copped the new Birkin bag it came with a pistol
I'll slap the f*ck out of one of these punk-ass niggas
I don't play 'bout my money

(Earl on the beat)
(OG Parker)

Drop the bag on yo' head, they comin' to get ya