FYB Lyrics – Mackned
Singer: Mackned
Title: FYB
Look, okay, my dad thought I grew up fine
But he a n#gg# and my mom thought I grew up broke
But we ain’t trippin’
n#gg#, I see everything
You ain’t sittin’ where I’m sittin’
Get some money in yo hands, n#gg#s start to listen
Look, you n#gg#s wave yo things around but ain’t nobody pull it
b#tch, you need to catch a trick like you Rodney Mullen
Even when I’m going through it, swear it’s hardly showin’
Left a hole in the shirt, I guess she back to sewin’
I’m from the city where it rains, yeah it’s back to pourin’
Suicide sh#t got you movin’ back to
And when they put me on the Moor is when I got my wh#res
But when she threw me on the floor is when it look like p#rn
Bright lights, I got abducted, now I’m back and forth
But I can never trust a gum-smackin’ wh#re
I’mma f#ck your b#tch n#gg#, I’mma f#ck your ho n#gg#
Twamps in my bag like I’m sipping on a fo’ n#gg#
Finna hit the room, with your b#tch started sucking
I’m gold grill shining, f#ck her sister and her cousin
I’mma f#ck your b#tch n#gg#, I’mma f#ck your ho n#gg#
Twamps in my bag like I’m sipping on a fo’ n#gg#
Finna hit the room, with your b#tch started sucking
I’m gold grill shining, f#ck her sister and her cousin
Wake up, b#tch, and smell the marijuana
But I glow in the dark
I am the spark
The Tony Stark with heat through your heart
So b#tch, please don’t start
Or be popped like tart
Use your mind and get smart
These n#gg#s lost in the dark
How you driving in park but still complain that you starve?
I think you failing to see the n#gg# you really are
There are levels to this
Infamy, you are far
But a n#gg# like me conquer a boss with a bar
I’m the genie in a lamp and you a b#tch in a jar
And, nine out of ten, I’m with yo b#tch in yo car
You n#gg#s tryin’ too hard
I’m rolling weed in a Cuban cigar
Gettin’ acquainted with stars
You n#gg#s tainted by far
Too many lies in a bar
I steer clear of you fake-ass broads
Snatch the off a fake-ass boss, n#gg#
I’mma f#ck your b#tch n#gg#, I’mma f#ck your ho n#gg#
Twamps in my bag like I’m sipping on a fo’ n#gg#
Finna hit the room, with your b#tch started sucking
I’m gold grill shining, f#ck her sister and her cousin
I’mma f#ck your b#tch n#gg#, I’mma f#ck your ho n#gg#
Twamps in my bag like I’m sipping on a fo’ n#gg#
Finna hit the room, with your b#tch started sucking
I’m gold grill shining, f#ck her sister and her cousin
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