RJ Payne, Freeway - Fuckboy lyrics

I ain't DJ Khaled, but this is another one

Don't be mad at me
'cause we eatin' and y'all starvin'
Car too foreign to go to Pep Boys  (skrrt)
I don't fuck with fuckboys (uh uh)
Either got the Tommy
Or the Sauer when I hunt boys (that's right)
Goriest adventures, all our hammers got
Extensions with silencers (ssh)
You feel the collar burn
Don't hear the gun noise
Proud of us, been poppin' for twenty plus
Y'all clowns tryna compete with me? (haha)
Y'all can't even heat up the thermometer
(uh uh) they hatin', and they frontin', and
They thievin', and they lyin'
And they schemin' (yo, fuck those fakers)
That's the reason why we call 'em fuckboys
(uh huh) f is for failure (what else?)
U is for undercover haters (okay)
C's 'cause they cry
'cause they can't seem to make it (ha)
K, they think they killers
But they ain't one (they not)
B, 'cause they broke
And they don't move them
Os where they came from y: W-H-Y test us?
Our blood sacred, and we Muslim
So God's with us
We always come with that vibe
Don't want me to show
Crime is at an all-time
High, they killed Meechy, though
(RIP) everybody meets the reaper
Somethin' that y'all need to know
Only get to take with you
Can't keep the dough (uh uh)
Try to send me there first
And I'll squeeze the pound
Have you like (oh, oh, oh, o oh, oh)
It's the bearded king, y'all know the sound
Walk a fine line, mainstream
And the underground (that's right)
Since y'all dudes was infants
I been in position
Me and Payne seekin' competition
But ain't none around nigga

Now, one thing that's hard to forget
Is seein' grown men garglin' dick
Let's talk about it
Niggas ain't partners, so they gang-hoppin'
Lil' nigga
Name-droppin' ain't your bargaining chip
Oh, your uncle is Diddy?
Your cousin is Usher? You deep in the tree
You shouldn't have a problem payin'
For a feature from me
Don't think you gettin' special treatment
I'm just keepin' it G
Definition of fuckboy, shit is easy to see
Payne now a veteran got the belt
They downplayin' my success to feel
Better about they self he mad, you hatin'
They better get out and help
That's wack, take your hand and
Slap the shit out yourself, pussy
Tell your buddies they Teletubbies
Softer than baby shit, they ain't mad
They jealous of me
Two Ks bang, UK slang, hella gully
Shorty keep a tall 40 that they
Don't sell at the deli, woo
I been in my bag, that's what I write for
You got the whole pie
The fuck you mad at my slice for?
That's the fuckboy vibes I'll
Take your life for
This OG been OT, shoutout my white boy
I'm blowin' me a bag, she rollin' me the gas
These niggas wakin' up angry and
They go to sleep mad
Alchemy, how I transform poetry to cash
Fuckboy, you lucky that I'm too
Focused to beat your ass, god

See, if you wake up with the hate
Before you even wash your face
Get it straight: you's a fuckboy
Even the ladies can relate
Look, baby, put that nigga in his place
He a fuckboy yeah, them haters at it again
They just hope you doin' badder than them
That's a fuckboy bitch, I'm about my change
I will call you niggas out by name
That's a fuckboy