F.W.U.D.

[Pre-Chorus: EB]
You better watch out before you get your fucking wig split
Nigga, you don't wanna fuck with me, that’s the business
You better watch out before you get your fucking wig split
Nigga, you don't wanna fuck with me, that's the business

[Chorus: EB]
Fuck what you doing
Fuck what you doing
Fuck what you doing
‘Cuz I’m here, nigga
Fuck whatchu doing
Fuck whatchu doing
Fuck whatchu doing
‘Cuz I'm here, nigga

[Segue]
Fuck niggas try to try me, what the fuck you doing
Get the fuck away from me, Get the fuck away from me

[Verse 1: BiscyChrist]
Fuck what you doing, my niggas got the heat Need For Speed
We hot pursing, and fuck what you talking ‘bout, you lying in that music
Could give a fuck if you off xans, you niggas off brand
Don't even need my left, EB, I'll use my off hand (I'm that nigga)
Gripping like a nigga in a golf stance
And I'm firing like yo' bossman
In a heist town, no Boston
Time to make my lifе stand then I look around like who can stop me
You got you cap on I'm capo, gеt zipped up like I’m Bucciarati (Sticky Fingers)

[Verse 2: H]
I said get the fuck away from me, you getting too complacent
Life a L with no rotation, spark that bitch and face it
It’s okay to take vacations ain't no need to stick around
Saliva fuel the spaceship that get lost but never found
I’ve been patient with the hating but I'm ‘bout to fucking jar you
Split your wig like gars, I swear my verses like a harpoon
The steaks have not been higher maybe I can reach that far
I passed the plate, I passed the face of earth and hit the stars

[Chorus: EB]
Fuck what you doing
Fuck what you doing
Fuck what you doing
‘Cuz I'm here, nigga
Fuck whatchu doing
Fuck whatchu doing
Fuck whatchu doing
‘Cuz I'm here (Are you really though?)

[Verse 3: V.RI]
Tic tac toe, wanna hit that dome
Gotta get back home, when I check that hoe
Fee fye foe, for the pigs I toast
Imma kick down doors if a bitch talk, woah
See what I spun, walk like a freak
I got a ray gun, perk my machines and double tap
Bitch please tell me, are you done?
Keep in a rut, bitch I lived, passed what I want
So now I‘m gonna test my luck, yeah
Now I’m gonna test your tuck, yeah
Now I‘m gonna test my luck
Now I'm gonna test your tuck, test your
Come go let's go, I might press hoes
I'm so lit when the gang go, uh
Manifesto for yo pay load, parliamentary take er, uh
Priminis-stay low, I wanna tax for the May gov
Fire myself so I find myself
Then I mind myself, then I make it, uh
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Get the fuck away from me)

[Verse 4: EB]
Yeah, lil niggas getting raped by the industry
And old crackers tried to Micheal Jackson pimp me
Dawg, whatcha want from me, a platinum piece
Just to please a cracker up in them studios
I don't even know but just know this
I'm more authentic than Cardi B slipping pills inside of niggas
Shouting “Okurt, Okurt” in the air
To bring in Mr. Cosby for the, “Hey, hey, hey!”
Oh, nah nah nah, don't want your ass up here

[Transition]
Get the fuck away from me
Yeah, yo, where's Alex at?
I need that light skin nigga on this beat, yeah

[Verse 5: alxandah & EB]
Honestly, please don't talk to me
What do you want nigga, I don't entertain the jockery
Circle jerking for applause of their product, see
I be seeing niggas moving so obviously
Moving for clout, building they brand
Forgot ‘bout the sound, fucked with the land
Scapegoat another nigga ‘til he dead
Then praise him after with another hashtag
I know it ain't new and I know this ain't news
But my peers and the youth been complacent
They don't speak or try and change the directive
Pick and squabble on some super selective
Shit ain't matter cause they got misdirected
By wiggas in suits tryna fill a directive
Damn shame, truth is, won't change
Ten decks, ten decks ain't shit change
Ten decks ain't shit change
Ten decks ain't shit change (Fuck niggas try to try me, what the fuck you doing)
Ten decks ain't shit change (Get the fuck away from me, Get the fuck away from me)

[Outro]
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