Lyrics

[Verse 1: Y.Teezy] Yeah, tell me what you know about that Wake up in the morning, and I cook these niggas, see me put on my chef hat No I don't fuck with no rats Strictly tryna' get racks Best believe that I ain't talking bout' teeth, when I say a nigga tryna get plaques, uh As a matter of fact, like with no suit-teezy don't slack Fuck with my team or fuck with nothing, i'll break my foot off in yo' back Look how I attack the beat, when I rap the beat, is probably taking a dirt nap Up in my chick, hitting from the back, seat is reclined she's up on my lap, uh Back if you didn't know, rap with the sickest flow Fuck like a gigolo, I get blown like a piccolo Make her scream like the opera- figuro, figuro Like a basketball play how I get these girls when I pick & roll Yo' girl yeah she pick and chose Me now we get to go Put the D on her, and then I give her the finger roll Treat her like woman, treat her like hoes if she is one too First quarter 3-pointer, my homies here then we alley oop Please don't hate the player, the game, not even both FCOE we be the team and you know fuckin' with the coach Don't be afraid if a nigga a-pproach Got a glass in the air now I'm makin' a toast Bake these niggas, I hate these niggas, got a nazi flow, if you niggas ain't know Hoes in here, home depot She gon' take it in there you know she a deep throat Blow up-C4 This my channel, fuck a remote, throw it to em' tebow I raise the stakes(steaks) nigga no t-bone Look at what I be on, I network,network, then network like I had 3 phones Shittin' on you pee-ons Hoes betta' leave me lone' So cold with the verse, ice in the hurse, fuck flames I tell em' freeze on Throwed off shoutout to z-ro I'm a lady killer cee-lo Shoutout to the H-Town, R.I.P sweet jones Yeah Ill couture up on my crewneck, I don't sweat her, cause later when the door close, she'll give my crew neck Fuck with willy, you'll get suplexed So many head jokes, what do I do next? Got two girls, they on my balls, they hittin' falsettos, and that's a duet We do it, do it, this boy is the rudest If I give a bitch a job,then her job is to be my nudist Gotta' team full of real niggas, we don't talk, boy we conference Only real niggas fit in my circle, and you don't fit the circumference [Verse 2: Deezil] Whole bunch of bad bitches, call me a dog catcher FCOE, we summer hot, and yall niggas fall after Got that illcouture on my body, all I need to do is call baxtyr Nigga your bitch be my basket and I dunk the ball so nasty, ugh I tell her slow it down, while she goin' down Yeah she in my circle, when she not around Dreads on my head,treat em' like a crown Give her that royal dick, then pay her off a pound They say the world is round, I will surgically reshape that ho Cold, hot, nigga bitch, I'm so outta space---- Nigga you ain't fuckin' with deezil Got a bitch stuck on that refill Got THC in my dick cells baby come be a big chiefer These niggas don't know nothing Like how the fuck your ho cuffing She w* my shxt, thats a small pack to yo' muffin How the hell is you frontin', but in front of me I see nothin' Fly carteels a head, nothing else above it I'm goin' off, fuck your favorite rapper I'm not your favorite rapper, I'm your favorite's master Say you got more than one, shit, bring batches Put it on a platter Make it more than matter I know they only wish a nigga would slip Black & mild niggas get the fuck up off my woodtip I don't speak too much As you can tell What you know about-Fly Carteel