Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck That, artist - Russ.
Date of issue: 06.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck That |
I move with peace and Igbos |
For any rappers tryna play the hero |
For any peasant tryna play Debo on some tough guy shit |
I’m not a tough guy, bitch |
You mad 'cause the girl you wanna fuck sucked my dick |
You were a high school loser, now a bitter adult |
I handle your karma myself, that’s a quicker result |
Raisin' money to kill me 'cause y’all be poppin' the pills |
Take the money, save the money for your hospital bills, bitch |
They think it’s sweet because my skin tone |
Little bitch, I been known |
People that extend beyond my zipcode |
Copie role Old National highway |
Spelled it out for out-of-towners comin' at me sideways |
Old Nat |
I can’t want for them to get you |
Y’all stalkers studied up on me, can’t wait for them to test you |
Old Nat |
I’m unassumin' so you’re unprepared |
I might make them film it, show the world you’re fuckin' scared |
They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that |
They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that |
They’re tryna get me to hate me, fuck that |
'Cause y’all can’t ever ever play me, fuck that |
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me |
Somebody gon' end up hurt |
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me |
I promise I see every word |
Yeah, I got big and your bitch is the proof |
I got bigger when the media twisted the truth |
These insecure grown men that I’ve never met |
Y’all don’t have a cause |
If people like me don’t exist, y’all don’t have a job |
You a bitch, you probably got fucked in the pen |
You still a bitch, you just got stuck with a pen |
Fuck the clickbait, political bitch-made journalists |
Y’all like pussies, smell like fishbait |
I dictate my hours, how 'bout you? |
I made four million in four minutes bitch, how 'bout you? |
Like a Final Four moment that I’ll never forget |
I wore a fuckin' T-shirt and then I cut through the neck |
I win |
We’ll never meet, you’re not rich enough bitch |
All your disses don’t reach, you’re not big enough bitch |
Y’all be dissin' for the clout, that’s how poppin' I am |
One phone call, this phone is like a Glock in my hand |
They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that |
They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that |
They’re tryna get me to hate me, fuck that |
'Cause y’all can’t ever ever play me, fuck that |
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me |
Somebody gon' end up hurt |
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me |
I promise I see every word |
Yeah |
This whole nation is so shaken by the approach taken |
My soul is exposed naked, 'm blatant, I’m so brazen |
That’s why I’m the most hated, runnin' on low patience |
I’m road pavin', screamin' truth until my throat’s achin' |
No chasin', after shows hoes waitin' |
Y’all careers keep failin', study mine, start note takin' |
Carvin' my name in the game in both |
Nowadays, a hundred thousand dollars feels like no payment |
So jaded, real gold, I used to wear gold-plated |
That’s when I was located and my come-up broke phase |
I’m on a new chapter, turnin' back to those pages |
It’s hard bein' so famous, I can’t be in both places |
Judgin' both stages |
The most that I can do is show traces |
All I ask for in return is just go where the growth takes us |
I propose a toast to those who don’t condone fake shit |
Game is full of squares, I’m just here to reshape it |
Mixin' up my message, stop trying to rephrase it |
Listen to the truth, stop trying to translate it |
This is coming from a winner, trust me when I say it |
You’ll never be a main act if you can’t maintain it |
And to the people threatenin', makin' bold statements |
I got people that love the sounds of fists flyin' and bones breakin' |
Your green room’s just a box, they gon' catch you, no fakin' |
They’re the kings of fuckin' people up in small and close spaces |
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me |
Somebody gon' end up hurt |
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me |
I promise I see every word |
They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that |
They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that |
They’re tryna get me to hate me, fuck that |
'Cause y’all can’t ever ever play me, fuck that |