s fucked up Control yourself! Control your mind! Or else this world's gonna leave your ass behind SHIT'S FUCKED UP! UH HUH! SHIT'S FUCKED UP! WHAT! SHIT'S
the F out before we go up in your mouth When it's my turn, kid, look at what you done did Like my head is dreadable, you edible I kick incredible shit
is a fuck, HOE! (A fuck is a fuck, NIGGA! Yo, Marquis, kick that shit!) Verse 2: Brother Marquis Fuck relationships; motherfuck love (Ha ha!) F-U-
Crazy muthafuckas dont give a shit What? Y'all niggas dont know who y'all fuckin with We T-H-U-G-G-E-D O-U-T We'll F-U-C-K yo' ass up with that heat [
here comes the Doub Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub [ VERSE 3: WC ] Quick, somebody help me out, get the taser gun Doub's under the sun and it's f-f-f
with time, me and nickel f-cking sh-t up on the grounds Tellin' us to pipe down, it's like talking to a meth head (get it? pipe? meth head? oh hilarity
, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep It's wrong, other words I just f-cked my RV up Bitch, it's on again yeah, break that Klonopin in half While I smoke some chronic
the F U N K Y Tales of the funky Tales of the F U N K Y Tales of the funky Tales of the F U N K Y Tales of the funky Tales of the F U N K Y Tales of
B, Ludcris and Cool Kids, we gone fishin'. Let's go. (Chorus - Mikey & Chuck) Kick it in the city. When we in around town, Next door neighbors tellin' us that it's
the block, let's roll Like wit 60's 30's, 40 niggas wit' me Rep ya hood, rep ya block, rep ya city This is me talkin', without the Remy in me I kick
you So I just want to say F U C K you Kimbrel, I?m just sayin? what I feel You hoes faker than a three dollar bill Now the Queen?s back, you already
s weezy f u now u gotta hava babayy My money don't fold nor bends Mercedes maybach, grey black And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks F**k yo city yo
must like Italian, nigga You only see me pushin if the drivers tired I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired The drop top, they say it's Ocean Drive inspired
wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (Dj Clue) My Nigga Lou, Willies You know how we do it That
go dumb get hoodd and get so got damn hyphy you get kicked ou the club Go stupid go dumb get hoodd and get so got damn hyphy you get kicked ou the club And go s.t.u
way, playa haters see me, get a grudge What's on they mind? Nigga, that's sluggin' it Got a feelin' to swang, hang, bang Had a bullet headed to the top
Radder Than you Ectetera I told I get paid by the letter like: a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z Zetock yes he rocks and me and Drizzy
