Fucks With You Lyrics - Singles - Jim Jones

Yeah, it's ya boy...I'm back Byrd Gang 

Another rap extravagance classic for you niggaz 

[Chorus: Max B] 

WE TRYNA GET PAAAID, CAN I GET SOME BUCKS WITH CHUUUUUU? 

GET BLAAAZED, CAN I HIT FROM STUFF WITH CHUUUUUU? 

GET BRAAAINS, NIGGA I FUCKS WITH CHUUUUU.... 

CAUSE WE THEM NIGGAZ YOU LOVING! 

WE FUCKS WITH EXPENSIVE HOEEEEEEES....THE BIRD SWANG 

AS FAR AS EXPENSIVE CLOTHEEEEEES....IT'S BYRD GANG 

NIGGA WE GETTING THIS DOOOOOOOOOOUGH..... 

CAUSE WE THEM NIGGAZ YOU LOVING! 

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[Stack] 

If trap is the way out then y'all niggaz stuck there (for' real) 

Coffee shops the only way you see Starbucks here (for' real) 

And I'm a different story (ha!), feeling out of line 

in that deuce so I think I need a whole different story! 

Can't judge a book by it's cover 

comes to yay you can't judge a brick by it's color (what!) 

You only know if it's butter when you put it in the raw 

and that watch ain't flooded if you still see the border 

If he doesn't hustle, somebody around him does 

And if he ain't homie, somebody around him 'cause 

(Cause?) Cause gangster ain't easily portrayed (nah) 

Death before dishonor niggaz easily betrayed 

Same niggaz from the sandbox, I bought drops (drops) 

One year or two times we can watch the ball drop (ball drop) 

We by-coastal you niggaz ain't playing right (nah) 

Drive-by and toast you, you niggaz ain't spraying right 

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[Chorus] 

[Max B] 

Five seven with thirty five homie pitch a buck 

Hit the club with the bitches, ma ain't the only one to fuck 

Cause my BG's so prolific, you sluts can do whatever 

I'm abusing my name buzzing from Brooklyn to Bermuda 

Nigga's caught him slipping again, he ain't never shoot us 

Bigga caught up pimping again and he ain't neva Scooba 

Thousand dollar bags of Buddha, I drop back on my scooter 

my Ruger'll do ya like they did Martin Luther Jr 

A lil bigger rocking some shoes thinking that they cushy 

Lil niggaz got it confused thinking I'm a pussy 

Watch how I scream with the team cause the clock is ticking 

I gotta lean when I squeeze cause the glock be kicking 

I be blowing on the stank, blowing on the dank 

my quarter across the border I ordered what it drink 

Got ya daughter caught up in loops all up in the lane 

All in the paint, we balling and caught up in the mix.....OWWW 

[Chorus] 

[Jones] 

We do it to the death, a hundred hoopties I done wrecked (Capo!) 

I got a bitchy attitude but stay super duper fresh (stay fly!) 

My shooters do the rest (bang bang), put the product on the curb 

if I'm not out of town I'm up in Harlem on the curb 

Or handling B. I, in the office with my feet up 

Stay running through the city, stay cautious if you see us 

Been known for going hard, be flossing off the meter (balliiiiin!) 

We gotta stay fly, Austin to the sneakers 

I love the purple, stay coughing off the reefer (stay high) 

Break the speed limit something sporty with a heater (speediiiiin!) 

You fuckboys, you'll never be like us (not at all) 

Stunting at the light, in a 07' Spyder 

Behind the G-wall, I know several lifers (Eastside!) 

Eight forty eights they was heavy in the Vipers (balliiiiin!) 

Six forty five, cherry and it's piped up 

The wrist forty five, chain heavy and it's iced up 

[Chorus]