03 Greedo, Shoreline Mafia - Fucc Cuh lyrics

That nigga, oh she like "Fuck that nigga"
(Arjay on the beat)

I got on my enemigo red bottoms
Coupe came enemigo blue anybody KKK
Bitch, my plug my shooter too

Got my lil' hottie screamin' out, "Fuck cuh"
Got my lil' hottie screamin' out,  "Fuck cuh"
Pull a trick out from across the tracks
Got my hottie screamin' out, "Fuck love"
Fuck love screamin' out, "Fuck love"
Fuck love
Got my hottie screamin' out, "Fuck love"
Fuck cuh
She be feelin' like "Fuck that nigga"
Fuck love, fuck cuh fuck love

Throwin' up G's, she throwin' up B's
Some niggas bang C's, some niggas bang P's
Some niggas bang Fruit's
Some niggas bang Trees
I'm hangin' like grapes just to
Hit a Georgia peach, ayy, ayy
I'm like Hoover, six oh, six-nine
I do my time when I do my grind
Got her feelin' like "Fuck that nigga"
Little hottie gon' bust that trigger
II, ayy, ayy, yeah
I make her squirt, make her spray, yeah yeah
I'm in the turf where she lay
I'm out here makin' these plays

I got on my enemigo red bottoms
Coupe came enemigo blue anybody KKK
Bitch, my plug my shooter too

Got my lil' hottie screamin' out, "Fuck cuh"
Got my lil' hottie screamin' out, "Fuck cuh"
Pull a trick out from across the tracks
Got my hottie screamin' out, "Fuck love"
Fuck love screamin' out, "Fuck love"
Fuck love
Got my hottie screamin' out, "Fuck love"
(Just bringin' Greedo over) fuck cuh
She be feelin' like "Fuck that nigga"

Put my lil' ho in some red bottoms
(Red bottoms)
Free all of my niggas 'cause the feds got 'em
(Feds got 'em) i don't know shit, nigga
I don't know who shot 'em (Who?)
I don't know shit, nigga
I don't know who shot 'em (I don't know)
She a Blood but she fuck with them Cuzzins
(Cuh) i don't bang
But she wanna come and fuck niggas
(Fuck niggas)
Got a Backwood and you know it's stuffed
Nigga (Ayy)
Got a Backwood blunt and it's stuffed, nigga
I want all the dough, all the crust, nigga
(Crust, nigga)
Give me all the dope 'fore I bust niggas
(Bah) you wasn't with me when I
Had to take the bus, nigga
(Uh)
So you not comin' with now that I'm up, nigga
(Woo)
Free my nigga Greedo out them cuffs, nigga
Free my brodie Drakeo, that's a must, nigga
(My nigga)
I think I need a Band-Aid, I'm too cut, nigga
I think I need a bandana, I'm too cut, nigga

Ah ah (Arjay on the beat) , III
I'm like Hoover, six oh, six-nine
I do my shorty when I do my grind
Got her feelin' like "Fuck that nigga"
Little hottie gon' bust that trigger, ayy
Yeah

Yeah, we started OTX
Like, OTX, it's pretty much like a family now
Long live my nigga Josh, we love you
Joshy world forever