A$AP MOB - Frat Rules lyrics

B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming These h**s not f*cking, not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming These h**s not f*cking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming These h**s not f*cking, not coming.(frat rules) All the h**s that you call are not coming She know if she not f*cking, she truckin' All of the b**hes I f*ck are not common Guaranteed if I f*ck her she cumming If I'm in the room please don't come in I beat the pus*y like it need production All she want from me is reproduction Gotta ask “Why'd she leave her husband?” Heard he called up yelling, tweaking, fussing Talkin' 'bout “it's gon' be repercussions!” I remember last, last n***a, n***a tried to run up Got like three concussions Do you know what you in for? They copy copy like 10-4 Keep the money 'cause I been poor All your j**elry like tin foil Please don't tell your friends where we shopping at, I swear this s**t gon' turn into an in-store (straight up) f*ck you need another man for, talking to her like a mentor Talking to her like a n***a Yoda and she say “I love you” I'm like “hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up” Hit her, hit her with the Back up, back up, coldest shoulder. B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming These h**s not f*cking, not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming These h**s not f*cking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming These h**s not f*cking, not coming. Now every time we in this b***h, you acting like you owe me favors Acting like you with the sh**s, but fronting on the homies later Look, I could tell you're under pressure Baby time to ease up Young and living single, like your room was Khadijah's My apologies, why I gotta be misogynistic every time we kick it Every time I visit something's different and every time I leave you know you miss it Don't be crying on my shoulder every time I'm coming over Talking 'bout a popcorn and soda, Netflix and chill When you home alone with no Macaulay Culkin S*x game had her going crazy, now I gotta ask, calling all the time And I wish I never met her, Carl Thom' Driving down my street like it's the Autobahn Getting loud, setting off the car alarms Here put on my chain, baby you need to chill Give it some time, baby, let it rebuild Quit running your nose through the Beverly Hills. B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming These h**s not f*cking, not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming These h**s not f*cking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming B*tches not f*cking not coming These h**s not f*cking, not cominggg.(frat rules)