ZOTiYAC - Mr Fu Do Not Gaf lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - Mr Fu Do Not Gaf lyrics]
Aye, know I'm clutchin' huh
Mr fuck you do not give
A fuck bout nothin' huh
Mr gas puffing backwood huffing
Smoking Russians huh
Pulled up on they block them choppas
Out we baked a dozen huh
Accidentally smoke the wife then
Take the husband huh
Nigga snorting white he think he fucking
With me you buggin' huh
Old as fuck and washed up he Joe Budden huh
I press it if it's bout some
Pressure nigga press my button huh
He baking in that oven he try
Thinking bout some stuffing huh
The FN hold like 20 so that's
How many I stuffed in huh
Come through on that bullshit
You gon' leave out more than crutches huh
I'm working on my tape like as we
Speak but just don't rush it huh
You could pull up as you wish
But just don't bring them niggas with you
If yo' homie ran off on
You how you surprised them
Bitches hit you? nigga this shit
Black and white we
See right through he ain't official
Might pull up in
This bitch extended stick like
I'm finna go fishing
Aye I'm on hunting on a mission
I'm tryna catch a shark
Paint a picture with yo' blood make
Niggas say that death is art black ass
Baby Glock that bitch look
Just like Kevin Hart
I lift one finger bring shit to a
Stop it's just like pressing start
Aye, split yo' ass in two in half
I call that "death till part"
Wet a nigga up in his car
Call that water park
Aye, know I'm clutchin' huh
Mr fuck you do not give
A fuck bout nothin' huh
Mr gas puffing backwood huffing
Smoking Russians huh
Pulled up on they block them choppas
Out we baked a dozen huh
Accidentally smoke the wife then
Take the husband huh
Nigga snorting white he think he fucking
With me you buggin' huh
Old as fuck and washed up he Joe Budden huh
I press it if it's bout some
Pressure nigga press my button huh
Mr fuck you do not give
A fuck bout nothin' huh
Mr gas puffing backwood huffing
Smoking Russians huh
Pulled up on they block them choppas
Out we baked a dozen huh
Accidentally smoke the wife then
Take the husband huh
Nigga snorting white he think he fucking
With me you buggin' huh
Old as fuck and washed up he Joe Budden huh
I press it if it's bout some
Pressure nigga press my button huh
He baking in that oven he try
Thinking bout some stuffing huh
The FN hold like 20 so that's
How many I stuffed in huh
Come through on that bullshit
You gon' leave out more than crutches huh
I'm working on my tape like as we
Speak but just don't rush it huh
You could pull up as you wish
But just don't bring them niggas with you
If yo' homie ran off on
You how you surprised them
Bitches hit you? nigga this shit
Black and white we
See right through he ain't official
Might pull up in
This bitch extended stick like
I'm finna go fishing
Aye I'm on hunting on a mission
I'm tryna catch a shark
Paint a picture with yo' blood make
Niggas say that death is art black ass
Baby Glock that bitch look
Just like Kevin Hart
I lift one finger bring shit to a
Stop it's just like pressing start
Aye, split yo' ass in two in half
I call that "death till part"
Wet a nigga up in his car
Call that water park
Aye, know I'm clutchin' huh
Mr fuck you do not give
A fuck bout nothin' huh
Mr gas puffing backwood huffing
Smoking Russians huh
Pulled up on they block them choppas
Out we baked a dozen huh
Accidentally smoke the wife then
Take the husband huh
Nigga snorting white he think he fucking
With me you buggin' huh
Old as fuck and washed up he Joe Budden huh
I press it if it's bout some
Pressure nigga press my button huh