Claas, Potluck - F.U. lyrics

Ha! yeah!
I'm on a mission, yeah, ain't no relaxing now
(Nah) i'm in this bitch going crazy
I'm out here spazzing out the bigger I get
The more it seems like they despise me
But shit my team is winning so
I'm posing like the Heisman (Come on)
It's fuck 'em all now 'cause
I don't like these cats
(I don't like these cats)
I'd say their name but no one
Knows them like a Nike ad (Bow)
See these bitches hate is weak
So it might be that (yeah)
They don't know my name and they're
Just hoping that I might react
Yeah, it's TCH now, here we go
I'm screaming "Bitch, I am the bomb"
Now watch me explode
I got two birds that flip
Observe the shit a winner does (yeah)


It's fuck me, no fuck you
Now I ain't get no love

Fuck! (Fuck) me! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) you! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) me! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) you! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) me! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) you! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) me! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) you! (Fuck)

Yeah! Fuck you! We ain't play around with
All these niggas now (Fuck you)
Put 'em in the ground
I'll have to dig 'em out (Fuck you)
If they run their mouth while we walk around
Then we gon' have to show
'em what we talkin' 'bout (Fuck you)

You need to shut your face
You better pipe down (Shut up)
Turn the lights out, push stop
And put the mic down (Do it)
You think you're so lit, quick to please
A sleazy slut (Ah haha)
But, your verse sounding like shit
Falling from Breezy's butt (yeah)
You think you dope, but hell nah
You ain't nothing fam (Nothing)
You hide behind a name and claim
That you the fucking man (Haha)
Now we gon' take you, kill you
Ain't no coming back
I'm running through you, Brian Bosworth
Bitch I'm Bo Jack (Woo)
I'm drunk and high and yelling "Bow
Where the hoes at?" (Aye, what's up)
You're white as I but somehow
You're acting pro black (What?)
I could've screwed your boo but
Dude she was so fat (Uck)
Lucky you, 'cause once you go Jew
You never go back (Woo)

Fuck! (Fuck) me! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) you! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) me! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) you! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) me! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) you! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) me! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) you! (Fuck)

Yeah! Fuck you! We ain't play around with
All these niggas now (Fuck you)
Put 'em in the ground
I'll have to dig 'em out (Fuck you)
If they run their mouth while we walk around
Then we gon' have to show
'em what we talkin' 'bout (Fuck you)

I've been in my own lane, been counting money
(A little bit)
And most these rap niggas lames
Always acting funny (Lames)
Independent, never piggybacks off nobody
(Nobody) potluck made it on they own
You better ask somebody (Ah)
Ain't got a milli but they feel
Me when I'm spitting bars (Realing)
Quit acting silly, try and test me
You ain't get far (Uh, uh)
A couple girlies on my team
'cause I'm pimping hard (What up bro?)
I'm in your city like a
Local still rocking bars (That's me)
1Ton, Dank Alumni, better know the name
(Better know it)
The beats bang, we getting high
We a stoner gang
All these haters, they ain't new to us
They throwing shade (Ain't new)
You never heard the flow? Google us
We'll blow your brains

Fuck! (Fuck) me! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) you! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) me! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) you! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) me! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) you! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) me! (Fuck)
Fuck! (Fuck) you! (Fuck)

Yeah! Fuck you! We ain't play around with
All these niggas now (Fuck you)
Put 'em in the ground
I'll have to dig 'em out (Fuck you)
If they run their mouth while we walk around
Then we gon' have to show
'em what we talkin' 'bout (Fuck you)