F-it-less Lyrics

F-it-less lyrics

F-it-less

 Fuck That

 (Bones)

 

 Yo, yo you can let the magnum bust or puff bags of dust

 If you mad at us, watch that ass get crushed

 Now ya screamin' why did the blood have to rush

 It's a bunch of thugs after us, slugs blastin' us

 Y'all rollers done mashed her up

 The nigga with the live weapons

 Who got shorty runnin' and comin' in five seconds

 Givin' back shots patch box, fat knots

 I rap hot, like black glocks

 Disrespect this and get disconnected

 Then sprayed like disinfectant

 The shit I spit keep my lip infected

 I practice safe sex so my dick's protected

 And hold the gat wild, puffin' fat L's

 Bonin' a chick listening to Maxwell

 On a Maxell, my man called me on a black cell

 He told me he got bagged for a crack sell

 How ya feelin' son, not that well

 Bustin' techs and shit

 And no matter what sex you is

 Behind ya back niggas'll sex ya bitch

 Make you wonder where the exit is

 Fuck That, cuttin' no slack

 I'm bustin' fat nuts on ya back

 

 [Hook x2]

 Yo, what it look like

 You got crack what it cook like

 You gotta track, what's the hook like

 F is off the hook, right

 We stole cars while you took bikes

 And on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped

 

 [Verse 2]

 Hey yo, what it look like

 You got crack what it cook like

 You gotta track, what's the hook like

 F is off the hook, right

 We stole cars while you took bikes

 And on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped

 You's a half thug, beatin' ya dick in the bathtub

 I get mad love, do a crime won't get bagged up

 Roll in the set, put a hole in ya chest, open ya chest,

 Flowin the best, no one contest, I'm blowin' ya vest

 Until I die, I'll be high off drugs

 Money bought me everything but couldn't buy me love

 My niggas blast and shoot cha' from here to Massachusetts

 The cash be ruthless, that's why ya ass is toothless

 You ain't half as ill as the admiral

 You a crab for real, nigga grab ya shield

 Rappers wanna kill me and blast me cause my rhymes are filthy

 While other niggas are silky and sassy

 Upset ya squad, I'll never wet chu' God

 Y'all niggas ain't worth a dollar fifty on a Metro card

 FUCK THAT!, I bust gats, sit on the side like hubcaps

 Never leave home with out the rough raps

 Paper, I got to touch that, you want bitches, I want track

 

 [Hook x2]

 

 [Verse 3]

 Yo, I know this ho that'll set chu' up and take ya tech

 Then niggas that make you peck to break ya neck

 Her mind was the dirtiest

 Ever since her pops died on the 30th

 She was livin' the life of unworthiness

 Her name was Karen, she drove a black LeBaron

 And by the way, she used to sell packs of crack for Aaron

 Tyron, do anything to be in a live zone

 Smoke five bones then rob the jewelry store for nine stones

 Attack ya town, packin' pounds, smackin' clowns

 Back em' down like Jackie Brown

 You never had skill, I'm mad ill like an overdose of Advil

 Killer at will

 

 [Hook x2]

 

 Fuck That, true criminal

 F-F gonna hold this down

 Fuck That, true criminal

 F-F gonna hold this down

 Fuck That, true crimina

 F-F gonna hold this down

 Fuck That, true criminal

 F-F gonna hold this down

 Fuck That, true criminal

 F-F gonna hold this down