Fuck Around [feat. Charlie Clips]

[Intro:]

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

[Verse 1:]

Fuck around, what these hoes really want from me?

Getting paper since junior high, never gave a bitch no lunch money

Now I'm grown, on my own

Still won't give a bitch no lunch money

You got old bills, I'm with Jae Millz

We sittin there countin that young money

Sittin there countin that young money

Haters, don't you fuck around

Cause you ain't yo music, both could be underground

Brand your house and paint away, these bullets jump around

Throw that silencer on that

Shh, don't make another sound

And then I'm back on em

Drop off, pop yo lack on em

Squeeze hard like Steve Jobs

He'll dive and I'll put this mack on him

Squeeze hard like Steve Jobs

He'll dive and I'll put this mack on him

So nice had to say it twice

Rewind and bring it back on em

Blue Porsche, red Benz

Nice truck, the lad cherish

That baby mama's got more BBM's than a Blackberry

Hah, don't fuck around when I'm in my zone no

Cause this that Hennessey Rose and Patrone flow

[Hook:]

So don't

Fuck around, fuck fuck around (nah nah nah)

So don't

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

You don't wanna

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

Nah nigga, you don't wanna

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

Cause we don't

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

We don't

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

Nah nigga, we don't

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

Nigga we don't

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

[Verse 2:]

Don't fuck around cause we don't fuck around and let the macks loose

Been killin these lil boys since Kevin jumped in that berriac juice

Lil boys, they all lil boys, they might not even know Kevin jumps in these

But right now they don't even need to

Just know when you stand I read you

Used to walk the streets of Harlem

Now call me Sir Brickalot

Different cars in my garage

So sometimes I'm so switchin up

3 hundred for my true religions

You in that all body coupe trippin

I pull up right next to you

Playin candy girl in a new edition

Uh, wutchu know bout that?

Chrome go clap, no fresh start

Sharp shooter, bitch I think I'm bread hot

Don't know when to quit nigga I think you bread far

Then your girl is a star, she get the award for best jobs

You don't, she could get out of hand

I'm so hood like the dollar vans

Chase yo bitch ass girl in the alley

Just like bishop to drive the mands

Niggas want respect, ain't put in a word though

But this that sour kush and granddaddy purp flow

[Hook:]

So don't

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

So don't

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

You don't wanna

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

Nah nigga, you don't wanna

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

Cause we don't

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

We don't

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

Nah nigga, we don't

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

Nigga we don't

Fuck around, fuck fuck around

YMCMB!