Fuck You Too (feat. 2 Chainz, Planet VI)

So much haters in the room, that I'm cleaning up my life with

We don't know the truth, yet.

They might praying that we lose, see all them, I live in spite with

We don't hear the news, yet.

So we're like fuck you, too, nigga, we ain't got to pretend

Cause we don't fuck with you, niggas, who the fuck said we're friends?

Came in this motherfucker by myself, when I leave I'm a take some more

Niggas, I'm allergic to them broke niggas, & dem hatin & dem hoe niggas.

My rist, better be low, niggas, my bitches got a hole with 'em, the hoe

Mayday! Fuck! 2Chainz!

Came in this motherfucker by myself, when I leave I'm a take some more

Niggas, I'm allergic to them bro niggas, & dem hatin & dem hoe niggas

I'm a risk, better be low, niggas, my bitches got a hole with 'em,

The hoe got some more with her, I'm a fucking whine, watch this person.

B-blocks, go turn us, grind on gorilla, fuck us on go, dealer

Got my bitch on road killer, ride it like a fool would have

This is for a deal and is for fun, and it is eight of fun and got pussy good, then I ate a dope.

Real nigga can make it up, take a cab, take a bus, just get here.

My last year, yo, this year, I'm in my partner jeep with no windshield.

Make more money than you should steal, big wheels, big life, dog calls, big fight.

And I got that get right.

So much haters in the room, and I'm cleaning up my life with

We don't know the truth, yet.

They might praying that we lose, see all them, I live in spite with

We don't hear the news, yet.

So we're like fuck you, too, nigga, we ain't got to pretend

Cause we don't fuck with you, niggas, who the fuck said we're friends?

Niggas gonna hate us, what they're gonna do?

I'm sure that if I was them I would hate me, too.

They couldn't walk a mile in my big ass shoes. Oh, oh, excuse!

Niggas said my accent make them sick, should I say my accent made me rich?

Put it in a couple of my billboard hits, damn.

By the time motherfuckers know who I am, yeah, my nigga, I'm the motherfucker man.

Keep these greese boss over nigga like pan, pam, and

I live in them over circle over ready from the bine

Why the fuck I need rehearsal, you'll just urk me, you're some nerdies, see, I call y'all nigga purple.

I'm so hot, yeah, I'm hot, like I'm blowing on that purple purple

Purple on my niggas and they're passing in the circle

Second hand like a motherfucker, coughing like a motherfucker

Yeah, and the only thing a nigga gonna change is gear

Yeah, motherfuckers, keep what I wear

What, I'm honest so next year, yeah, yeah, you hear?

So go ahead, say what you want, honestly, my nigga, my only bitch is talk

Honestly, my nigga, I don't give a fuck.

So much haters in the room, and I'm cleaning up my life with

We don't know the truth, yet.

They might praying that we lose, see all them, I live in spite with

We don't hear the news, yet.

So we're like fuck you, too, nigga, we ain't got to pretend

Cause we don't fuck with you, niggas, who the fuck said we're friends?

Jarren with a J, yeah, a nigga it's hard, get hoes late that I might get on

Solo nigga, no anturage, get head in the mouth like bonne voyage

You ain't real, nigga, you a mirage, you said motherfucker like oh my God

Bitch, come and get a nigga bit of massage

Man, I want to put my dick inside of Nikki Minaj.

Pull up at the club in a neon Dodge, get a hoe and take her to the drink all lounge

Nashville is full of it, get on the porch

Underdog nigga, I'm a bit dosage

What the hell yo' nigga, wanna heck 'till I go and get that F

And the ant to the care and I cared them while I'm dirty

With the twelves in the back, beat them like a put the motherfucker aid on with the eight, yeah, yeah.

Z O I I S I S, sign you bitch, got planes on deck

Got one, got ten, got twelve, five, seven, got sold upons, got swag, got tags

Niggas hate when I get love in the club in the bathroom stall, doing drugs in the club

Like from my hip on a day full of shit, pull a nigga and I draw blood in a club.

Uh, get a slug in the mall, have a nigga lick the blood in a wall

Cause he open that dust and I cannot be touched, I don't fall to a fall

You ain't fucking with us.

Talk to the corpse like "dammit, answer", may put him in the truck like gangster Anthony

Fuck you, your mom, your dad, your wife, your kids, your aunties and all your family.

So much haters in the room, and I'm cleaning up my life with

We don't know the truth, yet.

They might praying that we lose, see all them, I live in spite that

We don't hear the news, yet.

So we're like fuck you, too, nigga, we ain't got to pretend

Cause we don't fuck with you, niggas, who the fuck said we're friends?