Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No More Fux , by - Cypress SpringRelease date: 13.08.2019
Song language: English
No More Fux |
| We riding high |
| Can’t give no more fux |
| I just ran out |
| Drink up all the whiskey, we done drank the bar dry (Dry) |
| Smoked all the weed up, can’t get no more high (High) |
| Yeah, I’m super numb but I feel so alive (Alive) |
| In the back of my truck looking up at the sky, ayy |
| Somebody tell 'em get ready man |
| I’m on a whole 'nother level |
| Don’t kill my buzz, let me just vibe |
| Ain’t going nowhere, I’m too wasted to drive |
| Stop all that talking, you blowin' my hype |
| Please don’t go wasting all of my supply |
| I’m going crazy, look at stars |
| Shoot for them things and land a high five |
| We riding high |
| Can’t give no more fux |
| I just ran out |
| I made a killing all up in the kitchen was slipping them chickens |
| And I had to watch everyone of my homies get man |
| For twenty a sentence |
| I had to switch it up, pick up the mic |
| Do something different, and change up my life |
| Now I’m on charts and doing it right |
| Living a crazy one hell of a life |
| I can be anywhere, look where I landed |
| I’m taking off, all these others are stranded |
| We made a company, look how we branded |
| Now we all pouring up glasses of brandy |
| get it up out of the mud |
| No wonder why everyone’s showing us love |
| We ain’t the ones to sweep under the rug |
| We come for the crown so pour this shit up |
| Eight miles down that red clay road (Clay road) |
| To a place where the cops don’t go (Don't go) |
| Riding four-by-fours, drop it low (Drop it low) |
| Round up all the girls that we know |
| We riding high |
| Can’t give no more fux |
| I just ran out |
| Eight mile down a dirt road |
| I think I wound up in Heaven (Heaven) |
| I’m taking too many shots, man |
| I shoulda ended at seven (Seven) |
| Party ended at 11 |
| Drank too many, '57 Chevies (Yeah) |
| I should’ve stopped with the Crown |
| Now, damn, who’s driving my Chevy? |
| (what?) |
| I’m in the passenger seat (Seat) |
| Fading in and out |
| Music way too fucking loud |
| Somebody turn it down (Down) |
| I think I’m blacking out |
| There ain’t no backing out (Nah) |
| I’m already committed now |
| So I’m packing a Black & Mild |
| Eight miles down that red clay road (Clay road) |
| To a place where the cops don’t go (Don't go) |
| Riding four-by-fours, drop it low (Drop it low) |
| Round up all the girls that we know |
| We riding high |
| Can’t give no more fux |
| I just ran out |