Young Fi – Skew It On The BBQ Freestyle LyricsFollow
It goes F.I.F.I
Niggas hate me, I don't see the F why
I'm on my job, you off yo game
When it comes to being fly, I am insane
Subliminal shit? You a bitch in disguise
No shades on, I can see the bitch in ya eyes
Tell fool keep my name out his muhfuckin mouth
Before I sent them goons to his muhfuckin house
You play that tough guy shit with them
I'll stomp yo ass out with these Timbs
Hit Fort Myers down to West Palm Beach
Yo girl quarterback. Like Fi Go Deep!
I do my thang, you hate so much
With a gun to yo face, you would say hol up!
Hol up, hol up, hol up!
Them fiends go nuts, I push that dope
This real life shit, yo life a joke
Cut the beat off, let me speak my mind
You don't live that life, homeboy stop lyin
You say you pimp? OK for sho
That ain't yo girl, we share that ho!
Shots ring out, my hood dont play with it
Stick in ya face, what yo ass gon say?
I hate yo kind, I hate yo type
Throw away yo watch, you a waste of time
Go and kill yoself, you a waste of life
We could collab, but you ain't that type
"Fuck nigga" that "Fuck nigga" this
But a "Fuck nigga" say subliminal shit
I up that fie, I'm gon ride
You rap about it, but I'm gon slide
Fi in the streets, you ain't never been here
And DAT right there is what it is
My swag on deck, so the hoes gon jock it
You ain't bout that, homeboy just stop it
You get on tracks and repeat what I say
Like: This nigga be on my Myspace page!
It ain't another nigga like me go check
Six years in the streets, better label me a vet
Phone full of all hoes, better label me a vet
Yo life a joke, so you upset
You look in the mirror with so much anger
Yo ass can't rap boy, you should've been a singer
If I get lock, I'mma serve that time
If you get lock, you will drop that dime
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