Fuck It Off

Lyrics

[Intro] (Helluva made this beat, baby) [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Who you think you finna play with? Who you think you finna run your mouth to and won't say shit? I'm outchea, when it's cold, leave you out there Them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped Hella niggas talk shit, but they stand still Let's take a trip, duct tape, how the van feel? Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers on my chain, shit Keep playin' with Liu Kang, I'ma kick it to your main bitch And I been fuckin' hoes on my bae shit Come to the crib, I tell her go to the spaceship Red pill, blue pill, we in The Matrix Take it to the face, better do what I say, bitch He make it outta here, then he a winner If a nigga try to run, then we pull up in Sprinters We get to bustin' at your bucket, fuck it hit yo' liver End of discussion, it's nothin', I eat you pussies for dinner I got no time for fake ones Killers on the Westside with them real guns And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' still come "Where you at? Here, nigga!" All this pussy I'ma drill somethin' [Chorus: Chris Brown] Why they hate to see a real nigga make it? I done made a lot of change, now my people's changin' By myself, I don't need no witness Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky And livin' every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw You think I worked this hard to fuck it off? [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley, Chris Brown, Tee Grizzley & Chris Brown] Once again, I gotta remind these niggas Balenciaga, 'member when I couldn't buy these, nigga (Woo!) Called 'em bricks birds 'cause we really fly these bitches Tell your mans I know I'm lit, but don't eye me, nigga (Yee! Oh-woah) I'm solvin' every single problem with a tool Supersoak a nigga like he jumpin' out the pool (Ooh) If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news Chopper lift a nigga up, I bet he make it to the moon (Baow) You can tell me and Breezy at the top They want us to fail, hopin' that we fall, but we not Don't feel bad for what I did to them nigga's block Can't say what happened, just know I had to get rid of the Glock (Oh) Remember my lick days, couldn't pull a bitch days (Oh) Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, that shit paid (Ooh, woah) Nigga tried to fake beef with a nigga, that's just hate Sneak dissin' me, I jump on my dick, these niggas lame (Oh, pussy nigga) Ayy, niggas terrible, who raised y'all? (Yeah) Niggas leeches, I can't feed 'em, I can't baby y'all (Get the fuck home) I'm givin' headshots, I ain't 'bout the fade, y'all Bitch, you ain't fuckin', bye Felicia, I can't play with y'all (Woo) [Chorus: Chris Brown] Why they hate to see a real nigga make it? I done made a lot of change, now my people's changin' By myself, I don't need no witness Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky And livin' every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw You think I worked this hard to fuck it off?