paroles de chanson Fuck Shit - Hotboii

Cut the fan on, bih (Uno got the streets goin′ crazy)
(Double-O, lil' baby) cut the fan on

You only get so old in the streets (so old)
And will you make it out it? It′s a hit or miss
A lot of people they be ridin' just for benefits (benefits)
I spit this shit right from my eyes, I already witnessed it
I ain't even tryna waste no time, I already experienced this (I know)
But question is, who really grindin′ to be really rich? (Question)
Showin′ no pity, they ain't acknowledge my feelings (you know)
Yeah, had a show in my city, already know that I slid (you know)

Knowin′ I'm with it, you can′t even name a time I was slippin' (yeah)
And no matter right or wrong, they gon′ slide 'bout the kid
I heard money bring problems, but it solve it as well (as well)
I ain't want no clientele, was scared my clients′d tell (tell)
I be hangin′ with these trappers and these robbers for real (for real)
My nigga trapped out on his birthday, I damn near bought him a bale (a bale)
Say put the booth over in the streets, you can't get caught in the well (nah)
Watch how you prosper, lil′ nigga, you put your all in yourself (yeah)

Two drums look like Mickey Mouse the bottom of my gun (bottom of my gun)
I don't give a fuck who say it′s smoke, was never taught to run (never taught to run)
I got snakes on my Gucci collar, shaved the whole lawn
Find it crazy how we started, now I don't fuck with both ′em (both 'em)

Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit too)
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit too)
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit too)
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (too)
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit too)
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (uh)
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (we be on that)
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too

Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too
Say smoke, but when I ask, it's, "What′s the issue?" (Huh?)
Don′t let me catch you, make your people miss you
Glock with the switch, it's gon′ be hard to miss you
Cut the fan, I'm on fire, I fucked up the igloo
Said her friend wanna ménage, then she can get the business too
Back then, committin′ crimes, I ain't have shit to get into
Playin′, little league, I was in the streets gettin' physical

Ain't no intercept, go Randy Moss (Cut the fan on)
The opps, they so desperate in this game, might kill the ref (kill the ref)
I thought I overcame the streets, I still can′t get enough
On your side, it wasn′t sunny, I just knew it was a bluff
Time to ride, tail-tuckin', I ain′t know that's what it was (know that′s what it was)
And my time steady tickin', tried to tell y′all I'm the bomb (tell y'all I′m the bomb)
But that′s somethin' you should know ′cause they labelled me a threat
I brought my gun in the show, I feel I need it everywhere (need it everywhere)

Won't let nobody steal, yeah, we gon′ stretch 'em (stretch)
I do right by all my people, I gotta help them (I gotta help them)
And yeah, we do this shit here on the regular (on the regular)
Say we run down with glizzys, no Berettas (Berettas)

Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (too)
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (too)
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit)
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (yeah, we be on that)
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (just trust me)
Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too