Fuck Shit (feat. Deus Lee) - Freelance

Cut the fan on, bih (Uno got the streets goin' crazy) (Double-O, lil' baby) cut the fan on You only get so old in the streets (so old) And will you make it out it? It's a hit or miss A lot of people they be ridin' just for benefits (benefits) I spit this shit right from my eyes, I already witnessed it I ain't even tryna waste no time, I already experienced this (I know) But question is, who really grindin' to be really rich? (Question) Showin' no pity, they ain't acknowledge my feelings (you know) Yeah, had a show in my city, already know that I slid (you know) Knowin' I'm with it, you can't even name a time I was slippin' (yeah) And no matter right or wrong, they gon' slide 'bout the kid I heard money bring problems, but it solve it as well (as well) I ain't want no clientele, was scared my clients'd tell (tell) I be hangin' with these trappers and these robbers for real (for real) My nigga trapped out on his birthday, I damn near bought him a bale (a bale) Say put the booth over in the streets, you can't get caught in the well (nah) Watch how you prosper, lil' nigga, you put your all in yourself (yeah) Two drums look like Mickey Mouse the bottom of my gun (bottom of my gun) I don't give a fuck who say it's smoke, was never taught to run (never taught to run) I got snakes on my Gucci collar, shaved the whole lawn Find it crazy how we started, now I don't fuck with both 'em (both 'em) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (uh) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (we be on that) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too Say smoke, but when I ask, it's, "What's the issue?" (Huh?) Don't let me catch you, make your people miss you Glock with the switch, it's gon' be hard to miss you Cut the fan, I'm on fire, I fucked up the igloo Said her friend wanna ménage, then she can get the business too Back then, committin' crimes, I ain't have shit to get into Playin', little league, I was in the streets gettin' physical Ain't no intercept, go Randy Moss (Cut the fan on) The opps, they so desperate in this game, might kill the ref (kill the ref) I thought I overcame the streets, I still can't get enough On your side, it wasn't sunny, I just knew it was a bluff Time to ride, tail-tuckin', I ain't know that's what it was (know that's what it was) And my time steady tickin', tried to tell y'all I'm the bomb (tell y'all I'm the bomb) But that's somethin' you should know 'cause they labelled me a threat I brought my gun in the show, I feel I need it everywhere (need it everywhere) Won't let nobody steal, yeah, we gon' stretch 'em (stretch) I do right by all my people, I gotta help them (I gotta help them) And yeah, we do this shit here on the regular (on the regular) Say we run down with glizzys, no Berettas (Berettas) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (yeah, we be on that) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (just trust me) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too

Sick of these lame-ass niggas (BandPlay) Ayy, I just want the money, fuck the fame and all that other shit Yeah, I made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks (Fah, fah) Yeah, I keep Nina on my side, you know that she my gutter bitch I got a check and fucked it up, I did it for the fuck of it Ayy, I just want the money, fuck the fame and all that other shit Yeah, I made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks (Fa, fa, fa) Yeah, I keep Nina on my side, you know that she my gutter bitch I got a check and fucked it up, I did it for the fuck of it (The fuck?) Can't take it with you, fuck that shit (Yeah), my nigga, fuck that shit (Yeah) I fuck it up (Yeah), and gеt that shit right back (Phew, phew), oh yeah, I lovе this shit (Yeah) Can't take it with you, fuck this shit (Yeah), my nigga, fuck that shit (Yeah) I fuck it up (Phew), and get that shit right back (Phew, phew), oh yeah, I love this shit (Love) I hate what I love cause sometimes I love that shit too much Prime example, you can take a look at what's up in my cup Real nigga, give you anything, but still don't give a fuck Rich nigga, I get what I want, these niggas don't want nothing How the hell you hanging with the opps and tryna hang with us? Cutthroat La Familia, all my niggas down to slice you up Turn nickels to millions, keep that blicky on me no matter what Ayy, get up out your feelings, nigga, and go and get a bag or something (The fuck?) Ayy (Nigga) Get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag or something (Yeah) What you sitting on your ass for, nigga? All this paper out here Ayy I just want the money, fuck the fame and all that other shit Yeah, I made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks Yeah, I keep Nina on my side, you know that she my gutter bitch I got a check and fucked it up, I did it for the fuck of it I'm sucker free, no sucker shit (Yeah), ain't on no sucker shit I'm rocking blue diamonds, smoking Gelato like my brother, bitch They say if it don't make no money, then it don't make no sense Well, I been making so much damn money, it don't make no sense Yeah, ayy (Let's go) I'm rocking blue diamonds, smoking Gelato like my brother, bitch I'm rocking blue diamonds, smoking Gelato like my brother, bitch I just want the money, fuck the fame and all that other shit Yeah, I made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks Yeah, I keep Nina on my side, you know that she my gutter bitch I got a check and fucked it up, I did it for the fuck of it Can't take it with you, fuck that shit, my nigga, fuck that shit (Fuck that shit) Ayy, can't take it with you, fuck that shit (Yeah), my nigga, fuck that shit (Fuck that shit) I'ma spend that shit, nigga, 'til my heart pumps On God Yeah