Fucc Y0 Styl3

(Intro)
Yeah
Hahaha
You know what I’m saying
Back in the day ya’ll always thought I’m never gon’ make it
And been talkin all this shit
You know what how I should do this shit and what I’m doing n shit
But now look at me…

(Verse)
Im Makin money
And I got my songs so loud in the Benzo
But I’m not inside
But you hear me coming

And I’m with my friends
So we we spending bands
Yeah we going crayz
You’re fuckin dummy

Never thought we’ll make
No we break it
And you hate it, (yeah)
Find us where it’s sunny, (yeah)

And I paused the beat just to roll me a blunt
Thats kinda… FUNNY

{Blunt Light up}

And I live my life like a mothefucker crazy
And I got motherfuckers hate me, just cuz they ain’t me
Yeah they blame me

And I look at my wrist to remind me that maybe
I don’t want no baby
I’m talkin bout lady

Yeah fucc you bitch
I don’t give a shit
I’m way too rich (haa)

(Chorus)
Fucc your style
Fucc your…
Fucc your…style
I don’t care bout non of y’all - man fuck your…style

Man fucc your…
Fucc your…style

Man fucc your…
Fucc your…
I don’t care bout non of y’all - yeah fuck your… style

Man fucc your…style

(Verse)
I got the gang all in my back
I got the grams all in my bag
I got the bands all in my stack

Leave you with that one
No Cap on my shit
Real spit
And im real quick (pop and pow pow)
Leave you with cotton mouth
And raw sound
That’s boss sound
You all found
One of the hardest ones
Of All Time
And that’s on God
Yeah

(Bridge (Marmot))
We came in the game
And depending on no one
So many different styles to copy
But we bite no one
Fucc your styl3
We going our way
Brazen-Faced let’s go!

{Lightning Strike}