The Fuccbois - Who Knows?

Yeah
Yung Thicc Boi, with The Fuccbois
Lil' Turt
Patrick Star
Yung Thicc Boi
Here we go
This is a verse, for the kids
Don't mess with me or you'll get hit
By so many cars, that's whips
Load so many nerf guns, that's clips
That's definite
Eating chips, dip
Carlton is Kip
Smithers, come hither
Yung
You get vexed if you fucking with my setlist
Hit you in the streets, snatch your motherfucking necklace
We desperate
Pulling up on you man, we shooting outta Lexus
Up shit creek without a motherfucking jib
Hollow points hit you close, me and my people know
Hit you bitches rogue, then I'm ghost
I can't boast
My squad the terror of the seas
And the size of my cannon bring your bitch to her knees
Saying please
Squeeze the trigger
Ain't nobody bigger
You's a kid, catch you out at Makeout Reef, beginner shit
I'm designed for this, primed for this
And I'll gladly commit a crime for this
You bitch made
I'm flipping a motherfucking switchblade
What can I say?
I get my fucking bills paid
I can't front
My people at the front
Of every single show, just so I'm sure
Everyone know, Star
I said I'm tweaking
We poppin' all the mollies
Dudes come help me
I'm more than jolly
We overdosing on this cocaine
Bitch ass hoe, don't hate
Yeah we staying out late
Bitch it's my fucking fate hoe, uh
That's all I had

Written by:
Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter

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