Barely Legal - FUCK Lyrics

Six speed floor
Sixteen doors
I got sixteen whores
I need sixteen more
Heard them niggas talking that shit
Man I don't give a fuck
Don't need your pity bucks
We done fucked around turned the whole city up
Heard your life look shitty bruh
Probably wrote this suckin on a titty huh
Everyday sum different
Get off of your ass & lets get it
Do the dash & go rack up them digits
I smoke pack while you smokin that midget
I really am with it
My bank account know I'm committed
My nigga my pockets look fat
And my bitch got a figure
If he poppin a flight then I'm poppin a jigga
Bitch I'm way too high cant pose for a picture
Good vibes in the sky
Pray I fuck on her sister and after I hit her
I act like I miss her so I can go flex on a nigga
Had to go change up my life so I can take care of my niggas
Off white on a flight
Bitch I got options and triggers
Good gas for the night
Please do not pass me no swishers
Please do not pass me no swishers
Six speed floor
Sixteen doors
I got sixteen whores
I need sixteen more
Had to crack the seal on a fanta just to pour
Double cup
Double blunts
Built like ford
And I'm probably wearing shit that you probably cant afford
Oh my lord
We smoke green like a chore
Pack after pack
Got ten sacks like I'm Oar
If you gon cap bout your cash you can't score
You can't
Fuck ay Fuck ay
We don't give a fuck nigga
Fuck ay Fuck ay
We don't fuck with fuck niggas
Fuck ay Fuck ay
I don't give a fuck nigga
Fuck ay Fuck ay
We don't fuck with fuck niggas
Fuck ay fuck ay
I don't give a fuck nigga
Fuck ay Fuck ay
we don't fuck with fuck niggas
Fuck ay Fuck ay
I don't give a fuck nigga
Fuck ay Fuck ay
We don't fuck with fuck niggas
You either pick a side or don’t say nothing
Because I’m get em when that day come
Yeah I get stripes but I take one
My soda darker than A1
That’s your bitch she ain’t say nothing
Your plug playing he can keep the loot
Imma go broke trying to send the troops
Lace the blunt the like navy blues
He was laying down we can take his shoes
Blowing pink like a bag of skits
Everybody hatin my name Chris
They tried to run off on some tragic shit
You can never play me for a jitt nigga
Because you ain’t nothing but a bitch nigga
I would take yo shit
She a triple B big booty bitch nigga
He so scared he ain’t doing shit
I’ll take his big sister real crisp
The words soft like a bag of Satin
These Versace’s not John Maddens
I call plays like Phil Jackson
Fuck yo bitch and ask what happened
Shit mane I don’t even know
Shit mane I don’t even know
I don't know
I don't even know mane
I swear to god mane
I don’t even moths fuckin know boy
She a freak hoe
She was coming throwing neck
Left and right at the team
Ahahahlloksyunfjeuhefb
She crazy with it
Barely Legal

Six speed floor
Sixteen doors
I got sixteen whores
I need sixteen more
Heard them niggas talking that shit
Man I don't give a fuck
Don't need your pity bucks
We done fucked around turned the whole city up
Heard your life look shitty bruh
Probably wrote this suckin on a titty huh
Everyday sum different
Get off of your ass & lets get it
Do the dash & go rack up them digits
I smoke pack while you smokin that midget
I really am with it
My bank account know I'm committed
My nigga my pockets look fat
And my bitch got a figure
If he poppin a flight then I'm poppin a jigga
Bitch I'm way too high cant pose for a picture
Good vibes in the sky
Pray I fuck on her sister and after I hit her
I act like I miss her so I can go flex on a nigga
Had to go change up my life so I can take care of my niggas
Off white on a flight
Bitch I got options and triggers
Good gas for the night
Please do not pass me no swishers
Please do not pass me no swishers
Six speed floor
Sixteen doors
I got sixteen whores
I need sixteen more
Had to crack the seal on a fanta just to pour
Double cup
Double blunts
Built like ford
And I'm probably wearing shit that you probably cant afford
Oh my lord
We smoke green like a chore
Pack after pack
Got ten sacks like I'm Oar
If you gon cap bout your cash you can't score
You can't
Fuck ay Fuck ay
We don't give a fuck nigga
Fuck ay Fuck ay
We don't fuck with fuck niggas
Fuck ay Fuck ay
I don't give a fuck nigga
Fuck ay Fuck ay
We don't fuck with fuck niggas
Fuck ay fuck ay
I don't give a fuck nigga
Fuck ay Fuck ay
we don't fuck with fuck niggas
Fuck ay Fuck ay
I don't give a fuck nigga
Fuck ay Fuck ay
We don't fuck with fuck niggas
You either pick a side or don’t say nothing
Because I’m get em when that day come
Yeah I get stripes but I take one
My soda darker than A1
That’s your bitch she ain’t say nothing
Your plug playing he can keep the loot
Imma go broke trying to send the troops
Lace the blunt the like navy blues
He was laying down we can take his shoes
Blowing pink like a bag of skits
Everybody hatin my name Chris
They tried to run off on some tragic shit
You can never play me for a jitt nigga
Because you ain’t nothing but a bitch nigga
I would take yo shit
She a triple B big booty bitch nigga
He so scared he ain’t doing shit
I’ll take his big sister real crisp
The words soft like a bag of Satin
These Versace’s not John Maddens
I call plays like Phil Jackson
Fuck yo bitch and ask what happened
Shit mane I don’t even know
Shit mane I don’t even know
I don't know
I don't even know mane
I swear to god mane
I don’t even moths fuckin know boy
She a freak hoe
She was coming throwing neck
Left and right at the team
Ahahahlloksyunfjeuhefb
She crazy with it
Barely Legal