FUKK BO$$

Lyrics

[Chorus: Ruben Slikk] Think I'm under survelance, 'cause I'm fuckin' wit' felons Don't try no tattletellin', 'cause I will bust yo melon Don't tell my bitches nothin', fussin' at me, naggin', yellin' I'm duckin', dodgin' broads and fuckin' when we smokin', chillin' She wanna fight her 'cause I hit, she know my stroke the illest She wanna fight her 'cause I hit, she know my stroke the illest She wanna fight her 'cause I hit, she know my stroke the illest After hours, no sleep, sold my soul for skrilla [Verse 1: Ruben Slikk] Bomb jaw, beast mode Freak ho's, kilos Steelo impeccable All stеak and lobster, no vegetablеs Danny G's my patna dem MOEGreezy my patna dem Lungs freeze when we OD off whippets, fightin' for oxygen Teeny boppers, got lots of them Wit' dirty burners we poppin' in In the backyard we shootin' cans Fucked around and heard sirens But they was only the ambulance All my niggas, we keep the grams Glory to God, glory to God Praise the lord I ain't locked up Even wit' them Benz foreigns, I'm sacked up and I'm racked up Even wit' them Benz foreigns, still strapped up, still sacked up [Chorus: Ruben Slikk] Think I'm under survelance, 'cause I'm fuckin' wit' felons Don't try no tattletellin', 'cause I will bust yo melon Don't tell my bitches nothin', fussin' at me, naggin', yellin' I'm duckin', dodgin' broads and fuckin' when we smokin', chillin' She wanna fight her 'cause I hit, she know my stroke the illest She wanna fight her 'cause I hit, she know my stroke the illest She wanna fight her 'cause I hit, she know my stroke the illest After hours, no sleep, sold my soul for skrilla I sold my soul for skrilla After hours, no sleep, I sold my soul for skrilla [Verse 2: MOEGreezy] I'm fuckin' with these felons CS fuckin' PG, that's what my niggas yellin' Ruben fuckin' Slikk, that nigga, yeah, he bust ya melon All these bitches know I'm flexin' Pull up to the club, skip the line and they know a nigga flexin' Thumbin' through these racks, bitch, you know we be fuckin' stackin' All this guap, now we never fuckin' lackin' Bal Harbour shoppin', you ain't never seen all this [?] MOE fuckin' Greezy in the back in there, now he totin' G13 blunts, bitch, you know I'm smokin' AR15, yeah, we keep them shits fucking loaded Wit a drum, .223's on a thang in the water Bitch, leave ya body floatin' [Verse 3: DGonz] Poppin' tags, snatchin' Louis bags Stay fresh, never rag These bitches stay mad Stuntin' on 'em wit' that Propr Boyz swag, uh-oh, chyeah Tada-tada [?] wit' that pasta Gucci jacket, kushed up, call me Mc. Rasta Steady pushin' keys, only movin' faster Red boy, curly hair, so you know them ho's choose faster