Y.F.K.C.K

Go crazy
Dont mind if i do
Walk around with the stick I feel like Donatello
Smoking only papers I dont do the Rillo’s
Diamonds on my neck and ear, they glowing yellow (Glowing Yellow)
Good aim on or off the court, I shoot like 'Melo (Bitch)
We got new cars in
Whole gang wild like tarzan
Spitting this fire like arson
Got good aim like a marksman
Y’all want what I got, can’t have it
Got sauce and the brand new fashion
Rob the plug, keep the mask and the ratchet (Uh)
Disappear from the scene like magic
Just got another bag, so I copped more drip
Got bread left over, so I copped a new whip
Got blacked out rims, with a blacked out tint
Say iced out rings, got me cool like a mint
I stay with the Glock and they still let me in
Been doing this shit, I’m a 9 veteran
Got a big ol' watch like Ben Tennyson
Im smoking on dope, thats my medicine
If you fucking with me, then im fucking with you
Yeah I stepped in the booth, and I’m spitting the truth
If theres ever an issue I’m calling my troops
I stay with the gang, you know they gon' shoot
Not talking about hoops, when I say we shoot from deep range
Either way I got that good aim, wake up to money you know its a good day
(Yessir)
Cash dont fit in this baggage
Young fly killa called Kut, he a savage
Sixteen’s in for the wessen, its package
You saying its fire, I think thats its average
This gas it be kicking like ronda
I be smoking on purp, Yolanda
Stop wishing for shit, wheres Wanda
Only whip in a foreign no Honda