The Fuccbois - Straight Fire

Yeah
Star
Yeah
Fuccbois
Star
Turt
Thicc
We bout to get it
Giving your bitch the dick
We in this bitch
Woo
Yeah
We bout to go into this motherfucker
It's The Fuccbois
We greedy as fuck
Bout to roll another one up
Knock you with the Glock
Wheels so high looks like
I'm driving a boulder not a rock
Lost my fucking socks
Looking out for cops
Knock, knock, knock on my door, keep it locked
They got the battering ram, they tryna break in
They heard I'm selling dope, right again
Hop in the whip, I pull out and I spin
Bout to leave town start a new life again
Speakers blasting, but they're muffled by the bricks
Couldn't bring myself to leave an ounce of the shit
Swerve to the left, cat almost got hit
My Night Drive playlist is over, I'm bout to dip
To the spot where my bitch living deep, roll a spliff
Pull up tell her gotta go, grab her shit
We speed off in the dark, without a trace
Might catch a few bodies but I'll never catch a case
I get money like Squilliam
Snitches I killed some
Haters I grilled some
I get some catered meals, son
I'm living shit that you see in your dreams
Walk up to the boat, fully loaded magazine
See pictures of me in Fancy Living magazine
Fresh cufflinks stepping out the limousine
Salty bitches is green with envy, wipe off the moss
I'm a rolling stone and a motherfucking boss
I done dealt with loss, I work overtime
Sometimes the remote's hard to find
My bitch doing lines
Krabby Patties taste so nice that, shit, forgot my line
I'm running out of time
I come a long way from flipping dimes
But that shit was hard on my back
So now I go hard on the track
Pull up in a 'Lac
And if you got a problem bitch I'm squeezing on the mac
Turt
I'm bringing back the swish, swish bitch
I come home every night wit a different bitch
Where's the coke, I need some more
I'm sniffing with my fucking whore
I throw her on the bed
I tell her I need some head
Her man walked in so I fucking fled
See ya man, I ain't about that life
But what you don't know is that I fucked your wife
Fucked her good, fucked her hard
She told me she couldn't see anything but stars
I tell my bois, I created all that noise
Let's fucking tour in Illinois
See you dude, see you bitch
We're getting there without a hitch
And the best part?
Is that I'm still fucking rich, uh
Is that I'm still fucking rich, uh
Is that I'm still fucking rich, uh
Is that I'm still fucking rich, uh
Hummingbird up in this shit
Yeah, got these Beats Pro up in the studio
Hoe sucking on the puck
I'm like, "Bitch, what the fuck?"
I say "Hop in the truck"
We hit the beach
Your bitch on my dick, like a leech
I'm like "This dick ain't free"
You gotta pay a fee
Don't take checks, bet
My set lit
Yeah bitch I'm Thicc
Check my dick
This verse is lit
Oh wait, I already said that shit
This is a verse by
Yung
Thicc
Boi

Written by:
Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter

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