Fuck Yo DJ

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Good Joon] Fuck yo DJ It's all about my producer All my niggas looking at commas, commas, commas Trynna plot against the team man, it's useless Niggas stick together, we ain't stopping, stopping, stopping We got goon niggas No foof niggas All my niggas are lockin up what they believe in Give a fuck what you think is the truth Nigga, I don't got no limits, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it Ain't no bitch in me but the bitch in her say she feelin' me and I don't doubt probably cause the last nigga I seen [?] we them niggas and you know this (yup) Still can't trust a bitch is our motive (nope) All these bitches getting tricky, I know this (yup) Niggas saying we ain't getting money, they bogus (nope) 'Cause my producer, my producer, my producer, my producer [Hook: Good Joon] Fuck yo DJ Fuck, fuck, fuck yo Fuck, fuck, fuck yo Fuck, fuck, fuck yo DJ Fuck, fuck, fuck yo Fuck, fuck, fuck yo Fuck, yo, fuck yo DJ [Verse 2: P] Yea, fuck em' And them hoes too [?] don't love em Get turnt up when I'm up in the function Jumpin, jumpin, jumpin, jumpin Fuck em' yo producer and yo mixtape 5'9" walk around like I'm 6'8" I ain't worried 'bout nothin', my shit straight Kick a bitch to the curb if she can't pay tax I ain't waitin' on Obama Spent that last month on marijuana These niggas don't want no problem I put that on my mothafuckin' momma Took a flick with yo bitch, yeah you see me Got a couple young niggas wanna be me My shit bang, got it on repeat 'Cause my producer, my producer, my producer, my producer [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] Walk in the club my [?] linguine Pushin' bitches out I got [?] weewee Eat that pussy in the club, like a panini A couple haters in the back, they can look, they don't see me I got alot of herbs, mom and daddy got alot of drugs She hidin', Tony Montana when he off alot of blow [?] when they stoppin OverDoz I be sippin' Tylenol, I can hit another tho I'm walkin' in this club all alone I'm fuckin' bumping and hoping the DJ playing my song I feel like I'm in a movie when he be playin my song I hope these gangstas be killin' niggas that I never loved My DJ going crazy Bumping so hard almost had me a baby Got me bumping and grinding like I be back in the 80's Feeling like I'm Richard Porter when he was driving Mercedes I'm sipping Hennessy, like 2Pac But me and yo bitch in the drop taking two shots My DJ in the back with about two thots If you're looking for hit records, my DJ got alot [Verse 3: Kent Jamz] I ain't got time for these bitches And I don't fuck with none of these broke ass niggas I ain't got time for these bitches And I don't fuck with none of these broke ass niggas I ain't got time for these bitches And I don't fuck with none of these broke ass niggas I ain't got time for these bitches And I don't fuck with none of these broke ass niggas I don't do coke, I bought it for the models In the V.I.P pourin' codeine, bottle after bottle Singin', "Fuck yo DJ, fuck yo DJ" All I do is daydream about pirate green Trynna make Rihanna my baby mama Spent yo rent on my jeans Pour Ciroc, I take shots of codeine and I promise I ain't got time for these bitches And I don't fuck with none of these broke ass niggas I ain't got time for these bitches And I don't fuck with none of these broke ass niggas I ain't got time for these bitches And I don't fuck with none of these broke ass niggas I ain't got time for these bitches And I don't fuck with none of these broke ass niggas Yo in the V.I.P. singing off-key With my niggas like, "Fuck yo DJ, fuck yo DJ" Singing with my homies off-key Like, "Fuck yo DJ, fuck yo DJ"