Fuck You Lyrics - Baytl - Gucci Mane & V-nasty

I think they mad 'cause I'm relevant 

Big choppers put holes in elephants 

I got a bad bitch and she's elegant 

Bet a hundred thousand that bitch selling it 

Come on the block, bitch, I'm doing all this shit 

Them suckers over there looking is irrelevant 

I got a boatload coming from Mexico 

And if the bitches talking gas, they ass like Texaco 

I'm a reckless ho, you can't check this ho 

Bitch, my outfit cost more than your necklace, ho 

And I'm doing shit that you never seen before 

Having withdrawals, man, hurry with my bow 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

You can't fuck with us 

You can't do what we do 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

You can't fuck with us 

You can't do what we do 

I got a swag so sick, make the ho start cough 

I got a Lamborghini, hit the gas, bitch, get lost 

You with a loser, need to lose him, if not, your loss 

I got a suburban timber she stay in their cross 

I'm a boss, you's a worker, boy, go jerk off 

Brick Squad on the stage, know our shirts off 

And I'm horny as a rhino and her ass soft 

I got a fetish for a fine ho, I break her off 

Let's get it on, let's get it in 

Let's get it on, do it again 

So bring a friend if you want to 

Don't tell me what you won't do 

Want me like I want you? 

All night long, let's get it on 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

You can't fuck with us 

You can't do what we do 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

You can't fuck with us 

You can't do what we do 

I fuck her, you lick her, I hit her and pass her 

The number at the light, Imma fuck her by tonight 

She says her friend a dyke so she allergic to the pipe 

Under roun' roun' no assurance, fuck the no queen no endurance 

Take care of my appearance, shoes on clearance 

Fuck your mama, your sister and your kids 

Would say fuck your girl but I already did 

I be in and out of jock, can go in and out raw 

And I got the bird, man, I be stuntin' like my pa 

Going private when I travel plane, Louis in my baggie claim 

Standing on the couches with V-Nasty and Gucci Mane 

All the ice on my hands got my fingers cold 

Call me Slim Dunk, I don't finger roll 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

You can't fuck with us 

You can't do what we do 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

Fuck you 

Bitch, fuck your mama too 

You can't fuck with us 

You can't do what we do