Fuck You
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Yeah, y'all know what time it is
Nigga, I'm bringing a lot of shit today
I bring the mind child
I bring the cool shit
I might as well bring the pain, nigga
'Cause when I come, I'm coming for you
So you better act on motherfucking right
For the nine-eight or tattoo cheese, nigga
I'm taking notes, you understand this type of shit
We be smoking, hypnotized, Profit Posse, motherfucking bitch
When we high off that green and gin
Ain't no telling what we'll do
You got some matter with the crew?
Fuck you, fuck you
We the heat, we be busting
Conversation, no discussion
Hollow points, they coming straight at you
Fuck you, fuck you
When we high off that green and gin
Ain't no telling what we'll do
You got some matter with the crew?
Fuck you, fuck you
We the heat, we be busting
Conversation, no discussion
Hollow points, they coming straight at you
Fuck you, fuck you
Most of bitches that he made me is the ugly in me
I wanna see what you hitting for, shake 'em and see
Time to steal, time to kill, time to get really gone though
Or just to beat me in the club, hang that funky bitch up
I'm in the car with no some smoke, smoking fat ass weed
Freaky like Vanessa Del Rio, I'll just take you a piece
MOB, it was me, bringing shit to the door
I be the lady, you the bomber, bombing bitches and more
So time to go toe to toe with a bitch that be rocking
Ain't nothing stopping Profit Glock until your body be dropping
You funky bitch, spitting riddles and you rhyme like a joke
I'm gonna choke you like an Audi when I'm fully that dope
I know you're hoping that I fall to my face but I ain't
My shoes are stuck to the ground when I walk it on fame
Another fucking LP dropped like it's some rice
We be straight like 9:15, bitch, fuck your spot, nigga
When we high off that green and gin
Ain't no telling what we'll do
You got some matter with the crew?
Fuck you, fuck you
We the heat, we be busting
Conversation, no discussion
Hollow points, they coming straight at you
Fuck you, fuck you
When we high off that green and gin
Ain't no telling what we'll do
You got some matter with the crew?
Fuck you, fuck you
We the heat, we be busting
Conversation, no discussion
Hollow points, they coming straight at you
Fuck you, fuck you
Let your mental mind explode with these lyrics I control
Just a piece to let you see how M-Town do it in the mold
Now I'm balanced on a level, find a new way to be paid
Ain't gon' burn 'em, slice 'em, beat 'em, that was back in Profit days
Yelling days are coming up and niggas won't chose life to live
Back that steel if you real, but you better shoot to kill
All that sliding ain't gon' do it, bring a gun without a clip
And for the rest of your life, you'll
Be walking around with a half-ass lip
Read my lips, don't fuck with us because we dangerous
And when we on that good stuff, like a junkie we be anxious
To get up in your shit and take your life with the quickness
A orange mouth player that be strictly 'bout his business
Watch out, nigga, don't give a fuck, nigga
Walk on top of water, we some mean ass niggas
Profit 'til I cry, so fuck with me, you can't afford
'Cause the first time you skip, you
Going busty, jumping without support
When we high off that green and gin
Ain't no telling what we'll do
You got some matter with the crew?
Fuck you, fuck you
We the heat, we be busting
Conversation, no discussion
Hollow points, they coming straight at you
Fuck you, fuck you
When we high off that green and gin
Ain't no telling what we'll do
You got some matter with the crew?
Fuck you, fuck you
We the heat, we be busting
Conversation, no discussion
Hollow points, they coming straight at you
Fuck you, fuck you
Cruising the streets into the business
Pimping in the palm of my skin
I had no team 'fore they bought in
Cop pulling them clips up on these men
Again it's on, don't let it phony
Telling me hoes you out of luck
You think you're tough, fool, look at your boy
Bitch, yeah, that Coota nigga don't give a fuck
Hold up, y'all know where the things that move is what it be called
Blazing holes in what I found with me, my best is a motherfucking wall
Buda-buda-boom, pada-pada-pow
Lord, they got me bowing down
Sweat just dripping from my collar just to let my fucking crown
On the ground with the frown, they had me criticizing the hoe
Who I never saw no dope or shipped the shit because the crew
Told me the charges, said the sergeant
"You been wanted for the longest
On the streets they call you Coota, nigga, my name is Derek Tony
Give life you wanna then I'm gonna give you something to let
Man, you can take a motherfucking
Gat and straight stick it up your ass
Nine at my front door, got five-five, peek through your window
Speed with the tractor, grab my thug
Tell the motherfucker, "Let me go"
When we high off that green and gin
Ain't no telling what we'll do
You got some matter with the crew?
Fuck you, fuck you
We the heat, we be busting
Conversation, no discussion
Hollow points, they coming straight at you
Fuck you, fuck you
When we high off that green and gin
Ain't no telling what we'll do
You got some matter with the crew?
Fuck you, fuck you
We the heat, we be busting
Conversation, no discussion
Hollow points, they coming straight at you
Fuck you, fuck you