In this audacious lyrical narrative, the artist employs vivid imagery and colloquial language to depict a journey from struggle to success. The protagonist is characterized as a product of an impoverished environment who rises above his circumstances through unconventional means. The recurrent phrase "Fuck around and find out" serves as a defiant warning against underestimation and opposition. The artist's use of cultural references, such as '87 Buick, Martin, and Zone 6 McLovin, further situates the narrative within specific socio-cultural contexts. This song can be viewed as a celebration of resilience and audacity in the face of adversity. It also underscores the importance of authenticity and staying true to one's roots despite achieving material success. #Resilience #Authenticity
fafo
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hell motherfuckin' yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got Anita Baker boomin' out the '87 Buick (bitch)
Steppin' in some Pumas but this Molly got me booted (phew)
Hangin' with my money, talkin' to it like it's human
Nigga play me like a square, I spin the block like it's a Rubik's (ugh)
She frightened by my diamonds how I'm shinin', Stanley Kubrick
Drip like Alex Mack, I spent them racks and turn to fluid (wet)
Pockets lookin' nauseous, blowin' money like it's mucus
Told my nigga, "Get in loser, lets go shootin'" like it's Clueless (pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
Money tall like Iron Giant, need a hangar for these racks (big)
Fuck the beef, it's crunch time, turn them niggas to a pack
Black and white diamonds, man, my wrist should be on Blacked
All my bracelets and watches on my arms, I look like Jax (bitch)
Came up in Atlanta, me and mama had to struggle
Nerdy nigga but I'm thuggin', it's the Zone 6 McLovin (clean)
I was down on Custo, watchin' Martin while she suckin'
Get to wylin' out with cannons, bitch, we drummin', choppas fertile
Yeah, they bussin', yeah (boom, boom, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Fuck around and find out
Fuck around and find out
Fuck around and find out
Fuck around and find out (yeah)
Fuck around and find out (yeah)
Fuck around and find out (yeah)
Fuck around and find out
Fuck around and fuck aro-
Yeah, I'm back up on my bullshit, them beans got me geekin'
Throwin' money on these strippers like they chickens gettin' seasoned (salt)
I got bitches 'cross the universe, I'm pimpin' like I'm Steven (eh)
She gon' hit me with them kegels, almost made me have a seizure (shake)
Nigga, run up if you wanna, choppa what I'm holdin' (pew)
Two shots finna stop you while you talkin' like a colon (shut up)
Face off with the gang, now your face is on some clothing
Hollows had that nigga voguin'
Draco turned him to a model, hittin' poses (ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Yeah) I can't never stop
Bitch, I can't quit
All my niggas from the gutter
Bitch, we with the shits
I've been outa pocket since a mothafuckin' jit
Raise my hand up in the class and told the teacher
"Suck my dick" (yeah, suck my dick)
Fuck around and find out
Fuck around and find out
Fuck around and find out
Fuck around and find out (yeah)
Fuck around and find out (yeah)
Fuck around and find out (yeah)
Fuck around and find out
Fuck around and fuck aro-
Writer(s): Benjamin Saint Fort, Bob James, Zachary Fox
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
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