Brian M. Washington - FYM lyrics

[Intro] I'm from the f**ing George and sh**. My stepfather used to make my mom cry and sh**. And when she was laying down crying, I used to tell her this. Mama when I get grown, I ain't gone let another man call you a b**h. Now its 3 years later, and my homies stay packing. Let somebody hit my mama they gone know what's bracking. I'ma reach up in that pouch. And run up in his house. Put my finger on the trigger. Now his brains on the couch. And that's my life f** hater [Bridge] b**h dab, aye. Dab. Dab. b**h dab, aye. Dab. Dab. b**h dab, aye. Aye, aye, aye [Verse] Sun ain't that loud by the pound. You could come get it, man, stay repping up in my town. Underground kings, oh where is my crown? Boom boom. Put your a** in the muf**in' ground. Run up in your place, smell like ash and some loud. Running from the case? p**y boy pipe down. Make no mistake, yeah, make no mistake. No face, no K's, so you gonna beat the case? I'ma run up in your place, if your a** ain't there then your mother gone take your place. Make no mistake, no face, no case. Put the chrome to your dome, have ya' running like a race. Trying these hittas like some mace, with some mace, ain't no lack in this b yo, keep the 30 on my waist. I'm a f**ing alien, so get in my space. Hopped in there, then I drop top, race. Pull up in a Audi. Drop top Rari. Cut these b**hes up like ya' homie do karate. Homies smoke trees, Bob Marley. Got a white girl, yeah that b**h iCarly. Yes that b**h iCarly. Blowing up like the f**ing Saudis. Pull up on ya' block with a shawty. Pull up on ya' block with a muf**in' shotty. Yah! Run Ricky run! Run Ricky run! Homies pull up on ya' block with a shotgun. Run Ricky run! Run Ricky Run! Run Ricky run! We gone pull up on ya' block with a shotgun