yung dizzy - f sport lyrics
[intro]
hah
yeah
hah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
hah (n+gga), hahahaha
yeah
[chorus]
swervin’ in this b+tch, i hope i don’t crash
ridin’ in the f+sport, it ain’t got no dash
i don’t want that p+ssy, baby, i’ll pass
word got around, heard that tw+t trash
b+tch eatin’ this d+ck, she ain’t got no gag
told her slow down, she goin’ too fast
n+ggas keep dissin’, but ain’t doin’ no k!llin’
tell ’em free yung threat, me and him was villains
[post+chorus]
promotin’ the violence and we doin’ the k!lling
i stuff in this clip, you meetin’ this pistol
bip on a n+gga block, f+ck k pistol
i hit his top, call this b+tch the bip+ital
hop out, chase his ass, that n+gga did a skip+ital
you can diss if you want and i’ma get rid of you
they said i’m too young to hang up my jersey
i laughed at they ass, told ’em they hilarious
[verse 1]
biggest sob, they know how i get
f+ckin’ over my p, i keep givin’ her dirty
of course i’ma cheat, b+tch, i ain’t married (b+tch, huh, yeah)
sorry, baby, haha, i can’t wifе no h+o+e
n+ggas broke as sh+t on the block, n+gga pushin’ thirty, that boy need a j+o+b
hook sn+tchin’ me up, thеy askin’ me questions
told they ass a lie, man, i can’t see
f+ckin’ her from behind, smackin’ on her cheeks
bought her some lil’ wine, she ate on this d
[chorus]
swervin’ in this b+tch, i hope i don’t crash
ridin’ in the f+sport, it ain’t got no dash
i don’t want that p+ssy, baby, i’ll pass
word got around, heard that tw+t trash
b+tch eatin’ this d+ck, she ain’t got no gag
told her slow down, she goin’ too fast
n+ggas keep dissin’, but ain’t doin’ no k!llin’
tell ’em free yung threat, me and him was villains
[verse 2]
show no pity on these n+ggas’ blocks
put switch on a n+gga, watch him hopscotch
he heard his b+tch purse, i know his heart dropped
got put in a he+rs+, he ain’t make it far
n+gga, it’s my time and i’m takin’ over
b+tch asked if i love her, i just shrugged my shoulders
they call up d1, he got lucky, that’s a four+leaf clover
you don’t know what that mean, he got lucky
n+gga, f+ck the feds, tell ’em free lil’ bucky
n+gga, we was really droppin’ bubbas
anything got in our way, we truck it
smoke in the air, you know i ain’t duckin’ it
i drop shots and i drop rounds
n+gga got shot and he told
they be lettin’ anybody commit a crime
n+gga, i rap ’cause i want to
they know i ain’t cappin’, really live my rhymes
n+ggas broke my heart when he dropped a dime
beatin’ up the block, puttin’ in overtime
[chorus]
swervin’ in this b+tch, i hope i don’t crash
ridin’ in the f+sport, it ain’t got no dash
i don’t want that p+ssy, baby, i’ll pass
word got around, heard that tw+t trash
b+tch eatin’ this d+ck, she ain’t got no gag
told her slow down, she goin’ too fast
n+ggas keep dissin’, but ain’t doin’ no k!llin’
tell ’em free yung threat, me and him was villains
[post+chorus]
promotin’ the violence and we doin’ the k!lling
i stuff in this clip, you meetin’ this pistol
bip on a n+gga block, f+ck k pistol
i hit his top, call this b+tch the bip+ital
hop out, chase his ass, that n+gga did a skip+ital
you can diss if you want and i’ma get rid of you
they said i’m too young to hang up my jersey
i laughed at they ass, told ’em they hilarious
[outro]
haha, you n+ggas funny
b+tch
d+mn
trip (boy trippin’, motherf+ckin’ goat)
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