F.W.Y.T.

Intro:
Turn that down yo
Turn that down bro
Tryna record bro
We in the studio
Can't have that loud bro
Uh
J-A-Y
Uh
Fuck with ya boy
Ye- yeh
Uh (x3)
What (x2)

Verse 1:
I'm a Shaded Super Villain
Mean mug
Like a hard grill in
I'm chilling
Got a new watch
And it's all fitness
I'm the Boss in this
Got her calling out
For hard sticking
Marketing links
Every single day
Until I can't send em
You're a Passenger
Sitting in the cut
Sum Like a bad sickness
Blasting Dreamcast
Like a douchebag
And now they mad at me
Sticking to my fabric
Like a motherfuckin wet taffy
Please dont at me
Less you
Wanna get hurt by a nigga
She don't do drugs
But there's perk in her titties
Niggas be foul
Beats be shitty
Be iffy
Dusty ass niggas get pushed up the chimney
No wish list
She suck the bread off my fish stick
Uh
You're welcome
To witness this
Something different
Watch the beat drop
While the fiddle hit

Hook:
Makes me wonder why
Niggas wanna hate on me
I'ma never cut the drive
Motherfuck
What you think
I'm just working for the price
Pay the fare and pay the fee
OCM my family tree
Fuego
Label fam indeed
Make me wonder
Wonder why
Why these niggas hate on me
I'ma never cut the drive
Motherfuck
What you think
I'm just working for the price
Pay the fare and pay the fee
Yuh
Damn