F.U.

[Verse 1: Claas]
Ha! Yeah!
I'm on a mission, yeah, ain't no relaxing now (Nah!)
I'm in this bitch going crazy, I'm out here spazzing out
The bigger I get, the more it seems like they despise me
But shit my team is winning so I'm posing like the Heisman (Come on)
It's fuck 'em all now 'cause I don't like these cats (I don't like these cats)
I'd say their name but no one knows them like a Nike ad (Bow)
See these bitches hate is weak so it might be that (Yeah)
They don't know my name and they're just hoping that I might react
Yeah, it's TCH now, here we go
I'm screaming "Bitch, I am the bomb", now watch me explode
I got two birds that flip, observe the shit a winner does (Yeah!)
It's fuck me, no fuck you, now I ain't get no love

[Pre-Chorus: Claas]
Fuck! (Fuck!) me! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) you! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) me! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) you! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) me! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) you! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) me! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) you! (Fuck!)

[Chorus: Claas]
Yeah! Fuck you!
We ain't play around with all these niggas now (Fuck you!)
Put 'em in the ground, I'll have to dig 'em out (Fuck you!)
If they run their mouth while we walk around
Then we gon' have to show 'em what we talkin' 'bout (Fuck you!)

[Verse 2: Underrated]
You need to shut your face, you better pipe down (Shut up)
Turn the lights out, push stop, and put the mic down (Do it)
You think you're so lit, quick to please a sleazy slut (Ah haha)
But your verse sounding like shit, falling from Breezy's butt (Yeah)
You think you dope, but hell nah, you ain't nothing fam (Nothing)
You hide behind a name and claim that you the fucking man (Haha)
Now we gon' take you, kill you, ain't no coming back
I'm running through you, Brian Bosworth, bitch I'm Bo Jack (Woo!)
I'm drunk and high and yelling "Bow, where the hoes at?" (Aye, what's up)
You're white as I but somehow you're acting pro black (What?)
I could've screwed your boo but dude she was so fat (Uck)
Lucky you, 'cause once you go Jew, you never go back (Woo!)

[Pre-Chorus: Claas]
Fuck! (Fuck!) me! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) you! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) me! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) you! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) me! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) you! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) me! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) you! (Fuck!)

[Chorus: Claas]
Yeah! Fuck you!
We ain't play around with all these niggas now (Fuck you!)
Put 'em in the ground, I'll have to dig 'em out (Fuck you!)
If they run their mouth while we walk around
Then we gon' have to show 'em what we talkin' 'bout (Fuck you!)

[Verse 3: 1Ton]
I've been in my own lane, been counting money (A little bit)
And most these rap niggas lames, always acting funny (Lames)
Independent, never piggybacks off nobody (Nobody)
Potluck made it on they own, you better ask somebody (Ah)
Ain't got a milli but they feel me when I'm spitting bars (Realing)
Quit acting silly, try and test me, you ain't get far (Uh uh)
A couple girlies on my team 'cause I'm pimping hard (What up bro?)
I'm in your city like a local still rocking bars (That's me)
1Ton, Dank Alumni, better know the name (Better know it)
The beats bang, we getting high, we a stoner gang
All these haters, they ain't new to us, they throwing shade (Ain't new)
You never heard the flow? Google us, we'll blow your brains

[Pre-Chorus: Claas]
Fuck! (Fuck!) me! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) you! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) me! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) you! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) me! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) you! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) me! (Fuck!)
Fuck! (Fuck!) you! (Fuck!)

[Chorus: Claas]
Yeah! Fuck you!
We ain't play around with all these niggas now (Fuck you!)
Put 'em in the ground, I'll have to dig 'em out (Fuck you!)
If they run their mouth while we walk around
Then we gon' have to show 'em what we talkin' 'bout (Fuck you!)