PnB Rock - FDH lyrics
Rakim Hasheem Allen
[PnB Rock - FDH lyrics]
Fuck these hoes
I just hit 'em then I flee 'em
'Cause I know hoes fuckin'
For some lime-a-ritas
Think I'm cuffing, you don't know me ho
Yeah we can chill
And we can fuck, and we can smoke this dope
Other than that
You don't get nothin' but
A lil conversation
'Cause we cool but we ain't that cool
Bitch I ain't really got no patience
For no ho shit
Learned that back in oh-six
Fell in love, I went to jail
She ain't hold me down, I was so sick
Nowadays I been in the trap
Gettin' them racks
Watch 'cause the cops kickin' doors down
And made money
The bitch she ain't been on my mind
'Cause I ain't really worried
'bout no hoes now
Lately I been over there in mix
Stayin' down, tryna get a brick
Stayin' strapped with my four pound
Nigga just said he got a lick
Say he know the boy with the shit
Hell yeah I'm on go now
I'm rappin'
I'm trappin'
I'm singin'
I'm smashin', your girl wanna have me
(that's her)
I hit my plug like I'm ready and
He come at me with the package
(that work)
I'm smokin'
I'm drinkin'
I'm leanin'
But don't ever think that I'm lackin'
(hell nah)
Here go the answers to all of the
Questions I know you gon' ask me
(ask me)
Fuck these hoes, I ain't really on they time
You ain't money bitch
Then you ain't on my mind
I been rappin'
I been trappin'
I been stackin', never lackin'
Bitch I'm strapped
Go ask this judge, you think I'm lyin'
Fuck these hoes, I ain't really on they time
You ain't money bitch
Then you ain't on my mind
I been rappin'
I been trappin'
I been stackin', never lackin'
Bitch I'm strapped
Go ask this judge, you think I'm lyin'
Niggas actin' like they trappin'
They be fraudin'
Never sold no crack
On tracks like I got hard an'
I bet that you don't even know a plug
Faking for these bum bitches
Man we know what's up
Niggas do anything for a buzz now
See it's cool to act like you sell drugs now
'Til you really in the field
And a nigga get killed
Now you point your fingers
Tellin' to the judge now
You a rat in the hood, no thug now
In the club they don't show you no love now
Bum bitches ain't tryna let you fuck now
Nigga shoulda stayed in your lane
You on the bus now
Ho shit, I ain't never on no ho shit
I'm a real nigga, I be on my dope shit
Trap star, got it tatted on my knuckles nigga
All I know is hustle
I'll never trust no bitch
I swear I'll never change on my niggas
No matter what
I'll be the same with my niggas
Keep gettin' all this fuckin'
Change on my niggas
I don't give a fuck if
It ain't 'bout my niggas
Fuck these hoes, I ain't really on they time
You ain't money bitch
Then you ain't on my mind
I been rappin'
I been trappin'
I been stackin', never lackin'
Bitch I'm strapped
Go ask this judge, you think I'm lyin'
Fuck these hoes, I ain't really on they time
You ain't money bitch
Then you ain't on my mind
I been rappin'
I been trappin'
I been stackin', never lackin'
Bitch I'm strapped
Go ask this judge, you think I'm lyin'
I just hit 'em then I flee 'em
'Cause I know hoes fuckin'
For some lime-a-ritas
Think I'm cuffing, you don't know me ho
Yeah we can chill
And we can fuck, and we can smoke this dope
Other than that
You don't get nothin' but
A lil conversation
'Cause we cool but we ain't that cool
Bitch I ain't really got no patience
For no ho shit
Learned that back in oh-six
Fell in love, I went to jail
She ain't hold me down, I was so sick
Nowadays I been in the trap
Gettin' them racks
Watch 'cause the cops kickin' doors down
And made money
The bitch she ain't been on my mind
'Cause I ain't really worried
'bout no hoes now
Lately I been over there in mix
Stayin' down, tryna get a brick
Stayin' strapped with my four pound
Nigga just said he got a lick
Say he know the boy with the shit
Hell yeah I'm on go now
I'm rappin'
I'm trappin'
I'm singin'
I'm smashin', your girl wanna have me
(that's her)
I hit my plug like I'm ready and
He come at me with the package
(that work)
I'm smokin'
I'm drinkin'
I'm leanin'
But don't ever think that I'm lackin'
(hell nah)
Here go the answers to all of the
Questions I know you gon' ask me
(ask me)
Fuck these hoes, I ain't really on they time
You ain't money bitch
Then you ain't on my mind
I been rappin'
I been trappin'
I been stackin', never lackin'
Bitch I'm strapped
Go ask this judge, you think I'm lyin'
Fuck these hoes, I ain't really on they time
You ain't money bitch
Then you ain't on my mind
I been rappin'
I been trappin'
I been stackin', never lackin'
Bitch I'm strapped
Go ask this judge, you think I'm lyin'
Niggas actin' like they trappin'
They be fraudin'
Never sold no crack
On tracks like I got hard an'
I bet that you don't even know a plug
Faking for these bum bitches
Man we know what's up
Niggas do anything for a buzz now
See it's cool to act like you sell drugs now
'Til you really in the field
And a nigga get killed
Now you point your fingers
Tellin' to the judge now
You a rat in the hood, no thug now
In the club they don't show you no love now
Bum bitches ain't tryna let you fuck now
Nigga shoulda stayed in your lane
You on the bus now
Ho shit, I ain't never on no ho shit
I'm a real nigga, I be on my dope shit
Trap star, got it tatted on my knuckles nigga
All I know is hustle
I'll never trust no bitch
I swear I'll never change on my niggas
No matter what
I'll be the same with my niggas
Keep gettin' all this fuckin'
Change on my niggas
I don't give a fuck if
It ain't 'bout my niggas
Fuck these hoes, I ain't really on they time
You ain't money bitch
Then you ain't on my mind
I been rappin'
I been trappin'
I been stackin', never lackin'
Bitch I'm strapped
Go ask this judge, you think I'm lyin'
Fuck these hoes, I ain't really on they time
You ain't money bitch
Then you ain't on my mind
I been rappin'
I been trappin'
I been stackin', never lackin'
Bitch I'm strapped
Go ask this judge, you think I'm lyin'