Jim Jones, Stack Bundles, Max B - Fucks With You lyrics
[Jim Jones, Stack Bundles, Max B - Fucks With You lyrics]
Yeah, it's ya boyi'm back Byrd Gang
Another rap extravaganza classic
For you niggas
We tryna get paaaid
Can i get some bucks with chuuuuuu?
Get blaaazed
Can i hit from stuff with chuuuuuu?
Get braaains, nigga i fucks with chuuuuu
Cause we them niggaz you loving!
We fucks with expensive
Hoeeeeeeesthe bird swang as far as expensive
Clot heeeeesit's byrd gang
Nigga we getting this doooooooooough
Cause we them niggaz you loving!
If trap is the way out
Then y'all niggas stuck there (for' real)
Coffee shops the only way
You see Starbucks here (for' real)
And I'm a different story
(ha) , feeling out of line
In that deuce so I think I
Need a whole different story!
Can't judge a book by it's cover
Comes to yay you can't judge
A brick by it's color (what)
You only know if it's butter when
You put it in the raw
And that watch ain't flooded if
You still see the border
If he doesn't hustle
Somebody around him does
And if he ain't homie
Somebody around him cuz
(Cause?) Cause gangster ain't
Easily portrayed (nah)
Death before dishonor niggas easily betrayed
Same niggas from the sandbox, I bought drops
(drops) one year or two times we
Can watch the ball drop (ball drop)
We by-coastal you niggas ain't playing right
(nah) drive-by and toast you
You niggas ain't spraying right
Five seven with thirty five
Homie pitch a buck
Hit the club with the bitches
Ma ain't the only one to fuck
Cause my BG's so prolific
You sluts can do whatever
I'm abusing my name buzzing
From Brooklyn to Bermuda
Nigga's caught him slipping again
He ain't never shoot us
Bigga caught up pimping again and
He ain't neva Scooba
Thousand dollar bags of Buddha
I drop back on my scooter
My Ruger'll do ya like they
Did Martin Luther Jr
A lil bigger rocking some shoes
Thinking that they cushy
Lil niggas got it confused
Thinking I'm a pussy
Watch how I scream with the team
Cause the clock is ticking
I gotta lean when I squeeze
Cause the Glock be kicking
I be blowing on the stank
Blowing on the dank
My quarter across the border I
Ordered what it drink
Got ya daughter caught up in loops
All up in the lane all in the paint
We balling and caught up in the mixowWW
We do it to the death
A hundred hoopties I done wrecked (Capo)
I got a bitchy attitude but
Stay super duper fresh (stay fly)
My shooters do the rest
(bang bang) , put the product on the curb
If I'm not out of town I'm
Up in Harlem on the curb or handling B i
In the office with my feet up
Stay running through the city
Stay cautious if you see us
Been known for going hard
Be flossing off the meter (balliiiiin)
We gotta stay fly, Austin to the sneakers
I love the purple
Stay coughing off the reefer (stay high)
Break the speed limit something
Sporty with a heater (speediiiiin)
You fuckboys, you'll never be like us
(not at all)
Stunting at the light, in a 07' Spyder
Behind the G-wall, I know several lifers
(Eastside) eight forty eights they was
Heavy in the Vipers (balliiiiin)
Six forty five, cherry and it's piped up
The wrist forty five
Chain heavy and it's iced up
Another rap extravaganza classic
For you niggas
We tryna get paaaid
Can i get some bucks with chuuuuuu?
Get blaaazed
Can i hit from stuff with chuuuuuu?
Get braaains, nigga i fucks with chuuuuu
Cause we them niggaz you loving!
We fucks with expensive
Hoeeeeeeesthe bird swang as far as expensive
Clot heeeeesit's byrd gang
Nigga we getting this doooooooooough
Cause we them niggaz you loving!
If trap is the way out
Then y'all niggas stuck there (for' real)
Coffee shops the only way
You see Starbucks here (for' real)
And I'm a different story
(ha) , feeling out of line
In that deuce so I think I
Need a whole different story!
Can't judge a book by it's cover
Comes to yay you can't judge
A brick by it's color (what)
You only know if it's butter when
You put it in the raw
And that watch ain't flooded if
You still see the border
If he doesn't hustle
Somebody around him does
And if he ain't homie
Somebody around him cuz
(Cause?) Cause gangster ain't
Easily portrayed (nah)
Death before dishonor niggas easily betrayed
Same niggas from the sandbox, I bought drops
(drops) one year or two times we
Can watch the ball drop (ball drop)
We by-coastal you niggas ain't playing right
(nah) drive-by and toast you
You niggas ain't spraying right
Five seven with thirty five
Homie pitch a buck
Hit the club with the bitches
Ma ain't the only one to fuck
Cause my BG's so prolific
You sluts can do whatever
I'm abusing my name buzzing
From Brooklyn to Bermuda
Nigga's caught him slipping again
He ain't never shoot us
Bigga caught up pimping again and
He ain't neva Scooba
Thousand dollar bags of Buddha
I drop back on my scooter
My Ruger'll do ya like they
Did Martin Luther Jr
A lil bigger rocking some shoes
Thinking that they cushy
Lil niggas got it confused
Thinking I'm a pussy
Watch how I scream with the team
Cause the clock is ticking
I gotta lean when I squeeze
Cause the Glock be kicking
I be blowing on the stank
Blowing on the dank
My quarter across the border I
Ordered what it drink
Got ya daughter caught up in loops
All up in the lane all in the paint
We balling and caught up in the mixowWW
We do it to the death
A hundred hoopties I done wrecked (Capo)
I got a bitchy attitude but
Stay super duper fresh (stay fly)
My shooters do the rest
(bang bang) , put the product on the curb
If I'm not out of town I'm
Up in Harlem on the curb or handling B i
In the office with my feet up
Stay running through the city
Stay cautious if you see us
Been known for going hard
Be flossing off the meter (balliiiiin)
We gotta stay fly, Austin to the sneakers
I love the purple
Stay coughing off the reefer (stay high)
Break the speed limit something
Sporty with a heater (speediiiiin)
You fuckboys, you'll never be like us
(not at all)
Stunting at the light, in a 07' Spyder
Behind the G-wall, I know several lifers
(Eastside) eight forty eights they was
Heavy in the Vipers (balliiiiin)
Six forty five, cherry and it's piped up
The wrist forty five
Chain heavy and it's iced up