Lunchboxxdatruth - Fuk Yall Thot Lyrics

F*ck you niggas, thought. Free my brother bando, steady screaming out, f*ck da opps
Man, it's crazy, y'all be acting like some shit y'all not. All that sneak dissing just to end up in a f*cking box, damn
Man, y'all niggas really pussy. Smoking on this gas, steady smoking on this cookies
Yeah, that nigga went out fluky. One dome shot, turned this bitch into a movie

We up da score, man what you niggas talking about? Yo main bitch, I'ma be da one to dawg her out
You got poles, but y'all never even popping out. Talking that tough shit, two-two-threes, bitch, we spark it out
He had two bitches on the side, I bet they set him up. At the end of the day, he wasn't getting up
Put that boy in the dirt, trying to bang on us. Never kick the door up in your life, bitch, why you play with us

I be getting to the bag and bitch I do it daily. My brother steady got your bitch, think her name is Stacey
Her baby daddy, he be tripping, never trying to face me. Ran that nigga down, he got to scared when he heard the Drakey
Sipping purp from out the cup, it got me feeling lazy. Who that Suka talkin crazy? Bronem leave em stankin
They trying to diss us in they song, all that clout chasing, get up on my dick

Niggas hating, cause my mind different. My mama know I'm in the streets, but she won't let me go
She don't want to lose her son, so I keep this pole. I'll strip a pussy sucker down, nigga, head to toe
Get up out my road, this lane is going, suckers, moving slow. Money motivate,stacking bread, but these ain't no rolls
Hundred dollar bills, Ben Franklin, nigga, that's my bros. This that dirty syrup, pour it up, we finna see it foam

You sipping that fake, that shit you buying, be up out da store That love shit never really last long
Closest homie in the circle, switching up for some hoes. How you say you getting money, but ain't touching no flow
I be getting to the chicken, got a bucket and moe. If you need it, then I got you, I'm the plug on the low
I be taking all these trips, really touching the bowls. I'm letting it blow. A sucker speak, I'm taking his soul

Get it and go, this shit, I get it, be on the road. Follow the code, that snitching shit, yeah, we don't condone
If we ever catch you flipping, sending shots to your dome. I be stacking up the cheddar, put a bag on your bro
All that speaking that y'all doing, get them sent to the floor I can get it out ah bitch drug dealing and moe
Ay just pour another cup, I'm finna pass you the foam He be popping all them pills, drug addict for sure

Ain't making no dough, this nigga sniffing all of his blow. I can tell that these suckers ain't like that
These bullets travel and the target be ur fitted cap. I been thuggin' since a youngin', bro, they check the stats
These suckers hating, cause we living all that shit they rap. Broke bum bitch, ain't got enough to even make a stack
Keep 4 nic please dont try it, got the drum attached. Ain't no talk, if you ain't tryna talk about no money

I be wanting all of this cheese while f*cking on your honey