Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FCUKOFF, artist - SKYXXX. Date of issue: 12.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
FCUKOFF |
| Hello? |
| Yeah |
| Yeah, feel like Chief Keef, nigga, Lil Reese, like Tay-K |
| Do what I want, ay, brr |
| Do what I want, skrr |
| Do what I want, fuck off |
| Yeah, fuck off, ay, yeah |
| I’ma smoke my dope inside this bitch if I want |
| I might fuck somebody bitch inside this bitch if I want, ay |
| I come pull up with that stick if that’s what he want |
| Now he acting different like that boy bipolar or somethin', ay |
| I walk in the ghetty with a blunt in my mouth |
| Twitter thotty on the couch, sucking dick for some clout |
| Yeah, I used to keep that work inside the Crown Royal pouch |
| Yeah, I came in with that rain and they thought it was a drought |
| dope soap, too much toast to, rasta |
| Nostril, stuck to the paper like a postal, no shit |
| Better get the cake like Hostess, Hostess, quote this |
| Hit the boy with a quick scope, bitch, oh shit, coach this |
| I might get a check and spend that shit on the Lamb |
| I might swipe a gift card and go fuck up P.F. |
| Chang’s |
| There’s a lot of shit y’all doing that I don’t understand |
| Like you still ain’t shot the shooter who went shot up your man |
| I was locked with your big homie, he told me you ain’t gang, ay |
| That ain’t no real diamonds and that ain’t Johnny Dang, ay |
| You can’t kick it with me, boy, you not Jackie Chan, ay |
| I feel like, did he teach how make a bang? |
| Bang, bang! |
| I’ma smoke my dope inside this bitch if I want |
| I might fuck somebody bitch inside this bitch if I want, ay |
| I come pull up with that stick if that’s what he want |
| Now he acting different like that boy bipolar or somethin', ay |
| I’ma smoke my dope inside this bitch if I want |
| I might fuck somebody bitch inside this bitch if I want, ay |
| I come pull up with that stick if that’s what he want |
| Now he acting different like that boy bipolar or somethin', ay |
| Whoa, swoop on the bag like vultures |
| Pull up with a gun, no holsters, ay |
| Whoa, fucking on my bitch on sofas |
| Sucking and I ain’t gotta coach her, ay |
| She want a role like ultra |
| Told her, «Gotta do it for the culture,» what, oh |
| Gotta watch out for the cobras |
| Yeah, but I got a clique full of soldiers |
| Sticking my dick in a girl with a man |
| Whiter they come, but the Molly is tan |
| Got the drugs in the kitchen, they wrapped in Saran |
| Guns on the shelf like we come from Iran |
| Whoa, momma say I’m so outlandish |
| Whoa, in the hotel suite with the bandits |
| Package touchdown, here an advantage |
| Damage is done, man, I’m so hard to manage |
| I got the money that advantage |
| And all of my bitches speak Spanish |
| And all of my homies, they loyal |
| You switch on me, you getting 'bandoned |
| Rolex on me like a wristband |
| I’m on that lean like a kickstand |
| That ain’t my dog, that’s my hitman |
| Go tell your bitch I’m a big fan |
| I’ma smoke my dope inside this bitch if I want |
| I might fuck somebody bitch inside this bitch if I want, ay |
| I come pull up with that stick if that’s what he want |
| Now he acting different like that boy bipolar or somethin', ay |
| I’ma smoke my dope inside this bitch if I want |
| I might fuck somebody bitch inside this bitch if I want, ay |
| I come pull up with that stick if that’s what he want |
| Now he acting different like that boy bipolar or somethin', ay |