A. Nayaka - Fuccboy lyrics

This song goes out to, all the Fuccboys
That think they the shit
But you just a Fuccboy

I own the game I never
Second guess the champion
High stakes beef well done like Filet mignon
In the kitchen whippin up
A special special batch
But not the type to make you go extra fast
I spent sum bandz and some
More in the Balmain store
Don't try to stunt when you
Ain't even got that dough
I tried shit on then I
Fucked the floor manager
That bitch a thot so i
Did her on the register
I took a couple Xans pretty
Faded don't mistake it
Then I popped sum uppers hello
Bitch see ya later
Fuccboys on me asking what the
Fuck I be wearing i'm like this the type of
Outfit that ain't even trending

Fuccboy, Fuccboy fuccboy, Fuccboy
You just follow trends homie you a Fuccboy
Fuccboy, Fuccboy fuccboy, Fuccboy
Anti Social Social Club homie you a Fuccboy

Walk inside the club you think you fresh ho
Take pics with yo face closed
Oh think you Diplo
All black hoodie with a Off White logo
Thinkin' you a model
But you look a like a Frodo
Better stay your own lane
Light it up like propane
Hunnid muthafuckas look the same
Like it's no game
Outfit of the day post for the hell of it
Don't get enough likes, you should delete it
I might lose sum followers if
I don't post it now
Fuccboys on the IG thinkin that
They own it now

Fuccboy, Fuccboy fuccboy, Fuccboy
You just follow trends homie you a Fuccboy
Fuccboy, Fuccboy fuccboy, Fuccboy
Anti Social Social Club homie you a Fuccboy