You Music

[Verse 1]
I remember turning six
Knowin' that I'd be the shit
I was the best kid at kickball
Walking down the halls with my headphones and Tim Dog
The girls couldn't get off
Teachers used my class pick as their way to get off
That's kinda kooky ain't it but, highly entertaining but
Yes the ladies love me, see she's climbing on the playground
We still ridin' in my limo, imagine all the time like
When we droppin' off these singles, but chill now
I've been so called since ten years old with a cold shoulder
I was so older, but so doper, so dope in the eighth grade
With a girl that looked like she coined yoga
And so older, in fact drove a Range Rover, we pull over
Once behind a church. Probably bad omens, but don't hold 'em
She called her mom on her phone when she rolled over
And she stayed on the line until the song was over
I'm the most appealing ever since was dope dealing
And four-wheelin', I had a jeep that had no ceiling
But still I lead brass with most feelings
Come from my heart with your girl like
Probably watching, told you she had homework
Was at home, sending pics undernath that hoe skirt
Yeah this was high school, moved upstate
My moms thought was best, that I leave Jackson Heights
Where I'd stay up late
And I'd tag Koncept on the bus trains
Getting into fights, coming home with the bloodstain
Soul took me upstate to get contain
But upstate got a better drug game
Yeah it's fucked up

[Hook]
It's my "Fuck you" music
I'll fuck you to it
People always asked me "How the fuck you do it?"
My "Fuck you" music
I'll fuck you to it
People always asked me "How the fuck you do it?"

It's my "Fuck you" music
I'll fuck you to it
People always asked me "How the fuck you do it?"
My "Fuck you" music
I'll fuck you to it
People always asked me "How the fuck you do it?"

[Verse 2]
My drug dealer now pays me to smoke his weed
Her boyfriend leaves the house so I can fuck his bitch
Once had a Mongoose with the illest rims
Now my private pilot is the chick that sucks my...
My whole squad wearing black looking like we're rich
Stitches hit my line ass getting the ball bricks
You didn't hit my phone when I was down
But now you ring me up to ask for help when you sick?
Fuck off
Shit got me fucked up, shit got me fueled up
Layin' on my boat with a full cup
I'm gone, I got four cups
My ex followed us at the show and she acting like a hoe
How she post up?
Walk around the city, see my posters
My face ingrained in your mind, closeup
Tellin' all your friends that you're so tough
But when we out in public, won't approach us
It's my "Fuck you" music!

[Hook]
It's my "Fuck you" music
I'll fuck you to it
People always asked me "How the fuck you do it?"
It's my "Fuck you" music
I'll fuck you to it
People always asked me "How the fuck you do it?"

It's my "Fuck you" music
I'll fuck you to it
People always asked me "How the fuck you do it?"
It's my "Fuck you" music
I'll fuck you to it
People always asked me "How the fuck you do it?"