FWM Lyrics

FWM Lyrics

Man you niggas can't f**k with me, run with me
Step, stomp, with me
I've been dolo in the streets, ain't never need no company
And now I got a company
My money steep, but still discreet
I roll with heat, you roll in 3's
I throw up 3 I'm throwing B's up
And we got them b's up
In the street, I seen niggas freeze up
Up the glock and I made niggas ease up
b**ch I rap this gangster sh*t because I live it
Shot and I ain't up my pivot
Most these niggas they not with it
I can't feel it
f**k with me, if it's up it's stuck with me
That's why they don't f**k with me, f**k with me
I pull up they think I brought some luck with me
Cause my truck a buck fifty
Plus another buck fifty buck fifty plus fifty

I can't chill, I'm so f**ked up I can't feel
I can't even go on no drills cause I'm so up that I can't kill
Tell the truth I'm real nigga
That's cause I'm a real nigga
Alley oop my lil' niggas tell them to go spill niggas
Niggas having hit records how the f**k I'm still bigger
How the f**k I'm still richer how the f**k I'm still LITEr
Intuition, made it this far off quick decisions
Like do I let you b**ches breathe or do I get to blickin'
And I been maxin' out my speed
I need an intermission and I've been packin' up my jeans cause I've been stacking up my G's
And I've been racking up my fees, I got the fans all on my dick
I got my lawyers at my knees, got the world at my feet
I got a trick still up my sleeve
All that sh*t stay on my mind
Gotta stay up on my grind so these problems I don't need 'em
And I'm dangerous like a seizure
I'm ballin' like Ariza
I'm in Prada, I'm in Neimans, I don't call her, I don't need her
You don't love her, I don't either
I just f**k her, I don't feed her
When she out with you, can't speak to me
She stay with you, she sleep with me
She mean to you, she sweet to me
She f**k with you, she sneak with me
My life crazy, outrageous, mind racin', need a shrink

f**k with me
f**k with me
f**k with me
f**k with me
f**k with me
f**k with me
They can't f**k with me
But f**k with me