Fyn

[Verse 1]
Like damn, my hoe so god damn bad
Might buy her a 'Birkin bag
That nigga at work, he mad
That hoe ain't rich, she mad
That boy ain't get no respect
Like fuck you niggas, fuck you niggas (On god)
I remember when we first met
I ain't think about her, no sec
Them boys gone hate in the back
Fuck you niggas, fuck you niggas (On god)
My finger, my hand on your back
Fuck that hoe and I'm breaking her back
Think I'm done, ain't no bringing her back
I ain't got no love, no respect
I remember when we first met
Fuck that shit, I'm bringing it back

[Chorus]
Like fuck you niggas, fuck you niggas
Fuck you niggas, fuck you niggas (On god)
Fuck you niggas, fuck you niggas
Fuck you niggas, fuck you niggas (On god)
Fuck you niggas, fuck you niggas
Fuck you niggas, fuck you niggas (On god)
Fuck you niggas, fuck you niggas
Fuck you niggas, fuck you niggas (On god)

[Verse 2]
My slime, yeah that's my slatt
My problem, ain't no going back
I prolly might hit her back
Ayе, free big slime, no bap
Too many of my hoes got ass
That nigga ain't getting a chеck
Fuck that hoe and she giving me neck
I can't give a hoe shit, but mette
Those niggas know that shit facts
Fuck you niggas, fuck you niggas (On god)
Let me know, like where you at
Nigga lame, ain't get no racks
Number 3, yeah I love her breasts
I'm a G, like Pontiac
Few guys, I'm in cardiac
I'm like, "Hoe where the party at?" (On god)