Y.F.K.C.K

[Intro]
Go crazy
Dont mind if I do

[Verse 1: Kut]
Walk 'round with the stick I feel like Donatello
Smoking only papers, I dont do the Rillo's (Rillo's)
Diamonds on my neck and ear, they glowing yellow (Glowing Yellow)
Good aim on or off the court, I shoot like 'Melo (Bitch)
We got new cars in
Whole gang wild, like Tarzan
Spitting this fire, like arson
Got good aim, like a marksman
Y'all want what I got, can't have it
Got sauce and the brand new fashion
Rob the plug, keep a mask and a ratchet (Uh)
Disappear from the scene, like magic
Just got another bag, so I copped more drip
With bread left over, so I copped a new whip
Got blacked out rims, with a blacked out tint
Say, iced out rings, got me cool like a mint
I stay with the Glock and they still let me in
Been doing this shit, I'm a 9 veteran
Got a big ol' watch like Ben Tennyson
I'm smoking on dope, that's my medicine
And if you fucking with me, then I'm fucking with you
Yeah I stepped in the booth, now I'm spitting the truth
If theres ever an issue, I'm calling my troops
I stay with the gang, you know they gon' shoot
Not talking about hoops, when I say we shoot from deep range
Either way, I got that good aim, wake up to money you know its a good day (Yessir)
Ca-cash dont fit in this baggage
Young fly killa called Kut, he a savage
Sixteen zips for the wessen, it's packaged
You saying its fire, I'm thinkin' it's average, uh
This gas it be kicking like Ronda, uh
I be smoking on purp, Yolanda, uh
Stop wishing for shit, where's Wanda?
Only whip in a foreign, no Honda

[Outro]
It's hot
I'm good
Bitch you want to make the motherfucking money