Fntb (Fuck Niggas Talkin' Bout) [feat. Qwon Da Don]

Ha
Told niggas I was back
I can show you better than I can tell you though
A Qwon what up (what up)
(Uh) You in the mind of a killa
I went bananas with all these guerillas
Threw in the jungle came out with chinchilla
Fuck Bout these niggas I grew up realer
I ain't fearing nothing
Got ya issue if you really want it
I was on a mission with my mini thumper
Better not be flinching when I run up on ya
Ain't picking no fights with a nigga
I'm sharp stick like a knife in a nigga
A dog my pistol be biting you niggas
Deadman bring life to you niggas
You make me sick to my stomach
Mind on 100 that's why I get blunted
Fuck bout a hater these niggas be bitches
What I look like tryna beef with a woman
What I look like on a corner with drugs
My brother the plug I'm thumbing a check
And I don't tolerate no disrespect
You play with me nigga I come at ya neck
(Uh) I do some M when I'm sleepy
(Uh) I smoke some weed when I'm stressed
I don't want no juice in my liquor
I'll take the whole bottle its fresh
Throwing it back oh I'm driving the boat
Designer weed got me choking
Adderall got me focused
Try to run up and I'm splitting you open
I made a rack off fake checks I was scamming
BOA M&T PNC jamming
Smoking that fruity my blunt full of fanta
Smacking her ass while she pose for the camera
It's Qwon
(Yeah yeah)
The don
What it do Eazy
Check me out
Aiming this bitch at ya back
Ya mans he a whore and we know you a rat
I can't leave the crib without bringing my strap
Got some shit on ya mind so I'm blowing it back
Stop hitting my line if it ain't bout a pack
If twelve pull me over put that shit in her crack
Got make it back home so I'm never gone lack
Hit that hoe from the back while I'm pulling her tracks
I'm distributing that shit to the block
I know some bloods and some crips and some ocks
Banging all day till I run out of stock
Middle fingers to feds never fuck with the cops
Used to be dimes nothing less than a quarter
Banging the weed while bro whipping the water
Got shit in check got the shit all in order
My vatos be sending packs across the border
Sipping on syrup like I got a disorder
My shooter he white so I call him Kyle Kover
24 hours I'm hugging the corner
That bitch had to step cause she don't follow orders
Selling montana I think that I'm Tony
Shooter gone shoot like I do this for Kobe
Can't get to you guess we come for ya homie
Bitch that's what happen when you owe me
I stay with the cheese so you know I'm a mac
If my lyrics don't work then its back to the trap
My name not Serena but I keep me a rack
Go and freak on a bitch then I freak me a black
Setting shit off like a nigga was gucci
My bitch got a bag got her look like Karrueche
I'm shooting the cut and we making a movie
The glock made em run like this bitch had the cooties