Flow (YM), Chanel West Coast - Fuck Off lyrics

Yeah (fuck you, fuck it, fuck it)
Fuck you like a fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck off! Fuck off!
(fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
With yo' hatin' ass fuck off! Fuck off!
(fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
(Stupid bitch, stupid bitch)
Fuck off! Fuck off!
(fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
With yo' hatin' ass fuck you
Swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga
Swagga, swagga, swagga

Ayy, IG Kush, OG Kush
Hit her with the dope dick, now she hooked
Oh she hooked? It's
Dem motherfucking withdrawals
Came through in a low-low
Left, came back, I done switched cars
Walked through with my niggas
But I left with a stripper
Her ass soft, but my dick hard
Just bought a red coupe
All i really have to do
Just say "Soo Woop" and that bitch start
Man they shouldn't have got me started
Better go and find the toilet
Cause I shit on niggas when I'm pissed off
Got a fresh pair of J's, stone washed jeans
And some plats to my head like Kriss Kross
Live that rockstar life, pass me the X
Imma shoot them bitches up like sweet talk
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Ride with Chanel, lightin' up a' L
Like seeing that lame
I gotta watch out for 12
Been on the road for the last 6 months
When I went back home, had a box full of mail
And I ran through a quarter pound in a week
If you think a nigga lyin'
Put the pot on the scale
I'm about to fuck up over the rap industry
I wrote a blueprint when I
Wad locked in the cell

Fuck off! Fuck off!
(fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
With yo' hatin' ass fuck off! Fuck off!
(fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
(Stupid bitch, stupid bitch)
Fuck off! Fuck off!
(fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
With yo' hatin' ass fuck you
Swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga
Swagga, swagga, swagga

I (I, I) ain't never say shit that did a mean chick so nope I ain't sorry
(nope, nope)
Tryna come up quick yellin out "fuck
It" in a black Aventador (fuck it)
Wanna get
(wanna get, wanna get) rich quick, but
It take work trick yep yep
True story (true story)
Pull up to the crib off of
Sunset bitch condo two stories
Yo D, i'm a motto smoke trees like a yoko
Bitch please, i'm loco
See dem C-cup? ca-call me coco (coco)
So we on tonight (we are)
Are my bills, but my rhymes is light
(heh heh heh) my goal's in sight
Do I sing? do I rap? Bitch both are tight
Yup i ain't
(I ain't, I ain't) I
Got no motherfucking time, homie
With yo' (with yo', with yo') weak ass kicks
Singing bout the fuckin' lives, homie
Need a week in Capri on yacht, Imma dime
Homie (I'ma dime)
If a creep, better eat like it's lunch time
Homie

Fuck off! Fuck off!
(fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
With yo' hatin' ass yee! Fuck off! Fuck off!
(fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
(Stupid bitch, stupid bitch)
Fuck off! Fuck off! Bitch!
(fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
With yo' hatin' ass fuck you
Swagga, swagga, swagga, swagga
Swagga, swagga, swagga
(Stupid bitch, stupid bitch)
(Fuck off bitch, young money)

It's dem motherfuckin' withdrawals
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool
And fuck you! I'm out!