LP Rambo - FUXKOFF lyrics
[LP Rambo - FUXKOFF lyrics]
All these niggas hate to see
Me climbing to the top
But man I don't give a fuck ain't
No boy here gone make me stop
I got snowflakes on my watch
You got foggy looking rocks
You can have your bitch she just
From 12 to 5 o'clock
Like, I can count this guap
Or cry cause you hate my stuff
But then who am I to trip
I'm the one that's taking off
You the type of nigga late for
Work and know they taking off
Of your paycheck and shit
You think you boss gone play with y'all
Pull up to my trap I
Swear it's off the meter
Tryna act cold you could meet my heater
You could greet my nina, Diamonds aquafina
If I had a dollar for the
Hate I'd need a large arena
I got police in my driveway watching
Thinking I don't see 'em
I got bitches on the highway to my
House so i can skeet 'em
I don't need 'em, I don't need 'em
I don't need 'em Ima treat 'em
Right when they think I'm a keeper grab
The keys man Ima leave 'em
I had niggas told me I would never catch
Up but I did and beat 'em
Now when niggas ask me for a favor
Act like I don't see 'em
When it come to grams of ganja ain't
Gone lie I think I need 'em
Now she really tryna come up with
A reason to be feenin'
Diss my brothers in the morning swear
You out before the evening
Blow a nigga wig back I'll
Have a nigga shit receeding
Fuck with Crips like a wheelchair
Fuck with bloods like I'm bleeding
I did this shit by myself and
I still make sure niggas eating
All these niggas hate to see
Me climbing to the top
But man I don't give a fuck ain't
No boy here gone make me stop
I got snowflakes on my watch
You got foggy looking rocks
You can have your bitch she just
From 12 to 5 o'clock
Like, I can count this guap
Or cry cause you hate my stuff
But then who am I to trip
I'm the one that's taking off
You the type of nigga late for
Work and know they taking off
Of your paycheck and shit
You think you boss gone play with y'all
Me climbing to the top
But man I don't give a fuck ain't
No boy here gone make me stop
I got snowflakes on my watch
You got foggy looking rocks
You can have your bitch she just
From 12 to 5 o'clock
Like, I can count this guap
Or cry cause you hate my stuff
But then who am I to trip
I'm the one that's taking off
You the type of nigga late for
Work and know they taking off
Of your paycheck and shit
You think you boss gone play with y'all
Pull up to my trap I
Swear it's off the meter
Tryna act cold you could meet my heater
You could greet my nina, Diamonds aquafina
If I had a dollar for the
Hate I'd need a large arena
I got police in my driveway watching
Thinking I don't see 'em
I got bitches on the highway to my
House so i can skeet 'em
I don't need 'em, I don't need 'em
I don't need 'em Ima treat 'em
Right when they think I'm a keeper grab
The keys man Ima leave 'em
I had niggas told me I would never catch
Up but I did and beat 'em
Now when niggas ask me for a favor
Act like I don't see 'em
When it come to grams of ganja ain't
Gone lie I think I need 'em
Now she really tryna come up with
A reason to be feenin'
Diss my brothers in the morning swear
You out before the evening
Blow a nigga wig back I'll
Have a nigga shit receeding
Fuck with Crips like a wheelchair
Fuck with bloods like I'm bleeding
I did this shit by myself and
I still make sure niggas eating
All these niggas hate to see
Me climbing to the top
But man I don't give a fuck ain't
No boy here gone make me stop
I got snowflakes on my watch
You got foggy looking rocks
You can have your bitch she just
From 12 to 5 o'clock
Like, I can count this guap
Or cry cause you hate my stuff
But then who am I to trip
I'm the one that's taking off
You the type of nigga late for
Work and know they taking off
Of your paycheck and shit
You think you boss gone play with y'all