F.Y.T

[Intro: BMW Kenny]
BMW Kenny, bruh

[Chorus: BMW Kenny]
Fuck you thought? (Hmm)
Fuck you thought? (Hmm)
Fuck you thought? (Mhm)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yessir)
What you thought, I wasn't gon' come up with that shit again? (Yeah)
What you thought, I wasn't gon' come up with a hit again? (Woah)
What you thought, I wasn't gon' make something make you split your wig? (Yeah)
What you thought, I wasn't gon' make these labels make a bid? (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)
Fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)
Fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)

[Verse 1: BMW Kenny]
Fuck the clout (Clout)
What you 'bout? (What you 'bout?)
If he ain't getting money, point him out (Point his ass out)
I just got rich off of TikTok (TikTok)
Diamonds in my ear, I got them big rocks
Goonie on the side, he got that big Glock
Niggas think I'm pop until they get popped (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
Fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)
Fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)
Fuck you thought? (Come on, man)
Nowadays, I got too many plays popping up
Getting money through a quarantine, I ain't stopping up

[Chorus: BMW Kenny & Jeremih]
Fuck you thought? (Hmm)
Fuck you thought? (Hmm)
Fuck you thought? (Mhm)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yessir)
What you thought, I wasn't gon' come up with that shit again? (Yeah)
What you thought, I wasn't gon' come up with a hit again? (Woah)
What you thought, I wasn't gon' make something make you split your wig? (Yeah)
What you thought (Yeah, right there), I wasn't gon' make these labels make a bid? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, wait)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
Fuck you thought?
Fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck you thought?
That I ain't tryna yam them yams
While I'm thumbing them bands on bands? (Come here)
While I'm doing the Hammer Dance
Acting all innocent (Why you acting like that?)
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, who you fooling? Who you fooling? Who is the cameraman?
Neck lit, wrist lit, I look like the ambulance
W-W-T-H-D, what would these hoes do? (Don't worry 'bout it, sweetheart, this stuff's good)
You know I cannonball
Ball, I get the play, they cannot pick and roll me
Make her bitch that SAS be tryna get to know me
Yeah, nigga, what?

[Chorus: BMW Kenny]
Fuck you thought? (Hmm)
Fuck you thought? (Hmm)
Fuck you thought? (Mhm)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yessir)
What you thought, I wasn't gon' come up with that shit again? (Yeah)
What you thought, I wasn't gon' come up with a hit again? (Woah)
What you thought, I wasn't gon' make something make you split your wig? (Yeah)
What you thought, I wasn't gon' make these labels make a bid? (Woah, woah, woah, woah)