Fuck Up Chos’

[Intro]
(Hehehe)
(Who the fuck is—?)

[Chorus]
I heard that boy fuck up 'chos, I could fuck up more, ayy
She wanna fuck after the show, she gon' bring her hoes (Beep, beep), yeah
Private flight to Tokyo, I can't do no coach (Beep, beep)
Lil' O bring like sixty poles, I need sixty more
She like, "Sant, you do the most," I said, "Yeah, I know," uh
My college bitch, she do coke, said it keep her woke, huh
I was born on the Southside, my aunt was sellin' dope (Beep)

[Verse]
Yeah (Beep), my mama prayin' for me loud (Beep), money talkin' more (Beep)
Yeah, my boy ready to crash shit (Beep), he don't got no hope, oh
With a pop so bad, bitch, you can see the smoke, huh
You was talkin' bad, bitch, now we at your door, huh
Shoutout all my fuckin' brothers from the fuckin' gutter, yeah
Chrome Hearts jeans, Chrome Hearts boots with the Thom Browne puffer, yeah
My main bitch, she treat me good, but I want another, huh
I ain't like these niggas, shawty, I'm not like the others

[Bridge]
Ooh, I'm not like—
Ooh, I'm not like the others

[Chorus]
I heard that boy fuck up 'chos, I could fuck up more, ayy
She wanna fuck after the show, she gon' bring her hoes, yeah
Private flight to Tokyo, I can't do no coach (Beep, beep)
Lil O bring like sixty poles, I need sixty more
She like, "Sant, you do the most," I said, "Yeah, I know," uh
My college bitch, she do coke, said it keep her woke, huh
I was born on the Southside, my aunt was sellin' dope