JayDaYoungan — Fuck Shit

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Nigga, fuck the opps, we the opps
Bitch ass niggas already know how we rockin’
When we catch you, we gon’ split your shit nigga
(Hmm, hmm, hmm)

I’m on that opp shit, I’m on that fuck shit
Eleven Oaks, got a cutter and he like to cut shit
These pussy niggas on some other shit, I ain’t the other bitch
I’m on that reach out and go touch a bitch
Step on his brother shit
I’m on that dumb shit, you know that dumb shit
Fuck her good, I give her dumb dick and make her come quick
Put that dick all in her stomach and now she runnin’
They say they steppin’, bitch, we stomp on shit
They know who runnin’ shit
She suck my dick all on the highway, she did it sideways
Bitch, don’t pull up in my driveway, how you know where I stay?
Striped bag wit’ like five K’s, don’t come my way
Drop a bag on your bitch ass ‘fore anybody try Jay (Mmm)

We gon’ walk up on him, smoke his ass like marijuana
We gon’ hit him wit’ that burner, fuck a warning (Fuck a warning)
I heard them pussy niggas in my city, why you hidin’?
You lil’ bitches know we wit’ it, when we catch you, you gon’ get it (Come here)
Was catchin’ plays, told em, «Pull up at the racetrack»
Broad day, I’ll push a nigga face back
Ain’t got no clippers but this bitch will push your fade back (Bang)
And if you wit’ your bitch, we put a couple in her lace track (Damn)
Price is high, if you ain’t know, that mean that bag talk (Bag talk)
[?] just tryna knock your ass off (Your ass off)
This nigga pussy as a bitch, he like a Kash Doll
Bitch, right now, I’m feelin’ just like Future, fuck it, Mask Off (dumb)

I’m on that opp shit, I’m on that fuck shit
Eleven Oaks, got a cutter and he like to cut shit
These pussy niggas on some other shit, I ain’t the other bitch
I’m on that reach out and go touch a bitch
Step on his brother shit
I’m on that dumb shit, you know that dumb shit
Fuck her good, I give her dumb dick and make her come quick
Put that dick all in her stomach and now she runnin’
They say they steppin’, bitch, we stomp on shit
They know who runnin’ shit
She suck my dick all on the highway, she did it sideways
Bitch, don’t pull up in my driveway, how you know where I stay?
Striped bag wit’ like five K’s, don’t come my way
Drop a bag on your bitch ass ‘fore anybody try Jay (Mmm)