You Music - Koncept

I remember turning six

Knowin' that I’d be the shit

I was the best kid to kick ball

Walkin' down the halls with my headphones and Tim Dog

Girls couldn’t get off

Teachers used my class pick as the way to get up

That’s kinda coopy ain’t it but highly entertaining but

Yes the ladies let me, see she’s climbin' on the playground

Still ridin' in my limo, imagine all the time

When we droppin' off these singles but sure now

I’ve been so called since ten years old, with a cold shoulder

I was so older, but so doper, so dope in the eighth grade

With a girl that looked like she coined yoga

And so older, and fat Jova, Range Rover, we pull over

Once behind a church probably bad omens but don’t hold 'em

She called her mom on her phone when she rolled over

And she stayed on the line until the Sun was over

I’m the most appealin' ever since was dope dealer

And four-wheelin', I had a jeep that had no ceilin'

But still I lead brass the most feelings

Come from my heart which a girl liked

Prolly watching told you she had homework

Was at home, sending pics undernath that hoe skirt

Yeah this was high school, moved upstate

My mom thought it was best, that I leave Jackson Heights

Where I’d stay up late

And I’d tag cons sittin' in the bus trains

Getting into fights, coming home with the bloodstain

So took me upstate to get contained

But upstate got up at a drug game

Yeah it’s fucked up

It’s my «Fuck you» music

I’ll fuck you to it

People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»

My «Fuck you» music

I’ll fuck you to it

People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»

It’s my «Fuck you» music

I’ll fuck you to it

People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»

My drug dealer now pays me to smoke his weed

Her boyfriend leaves the house so I can fuck his bitch

Once had a mongoose with the LS Remzi

No my private pilot is the chick that sucks my

My whole squad wearing black looking like we’re rich

Stitches hit my line ass getting the ball bricks

You didn’t hit my phone when I was down

But now you ring me up to ask for help when you sick?

Fuck off

Shit got me fucked up, shit got me fueled up

Layin' on my boat with a full cup

I’m gonna get full cup

My ex followed us at the show and she acted like a hoe

How she post her

Walkin' round the city see my posters

My face ingrained in your mind, closeup

Tellin' all your friends that you’re so tough

But when we are in public won’t approach us

It’s my «Fuck you» music

This is my «Fuck you» music

I’ll fuck you to it

People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»

My «Fuck you» music

I’ll fuck you to it

People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»

It’s my «Fuck you» music

I’ll fuck you to it

People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»

It’s my «Fuck you» music

I’ll fuck you to it

People always ask «How the fuck d’you do it?»