f** That - F-it-less lyrics

f** That Miscellaneous F-it-less F-it-less f** That (Bones) Yo, yo you can let the magnum bust or puff bags of dust If you mad at us, watch that a** get crushed Now ya screamin' why did the blood have to rush It's a bunch of thugs after us, slugs blastin' us Y'all rollers done mashed her up The n***a with the live weapons Who got shorty runnin' and comin' in five seconds Givin' back shots patch box, fat knots I rap hot, like black Glocks Disrespect this and get disconnected Then sprayed like disinfectant The sh** I spit keep my lip infected I practice safe s** so my dick's protected And hold the gat wild, puffin' fat L's Bonin' a chick listening to Maxwell On a Maxell, my man called me on a black cell He told me he got bagged for a crack sell How ya feelin' son, not that well Bustin' techs and sh** And no matter what s** you is Behind ya back n***as'll s** ya b**h Make you wonder where the exit is f** That, cuttin' no slack I'm bustin' fat nuts on ya back [Hook x2] Yo, what it look like You got crack what it cook like You gotta track, what's the hook like F is off the hook, right We stole cars while you took bikes And on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped [Verse 2] Hey yo, what it look like You got crack what it cook like You gotta track, what's the hook like F is off the hook, right We stole cars while you took bikes And on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped You's a half thug, beatin' ya dick in the bathtub I get mad love, do a crime won't get bagged up Roll in the set, put a hole in ya chest, open ya chest Flowin the best, no one contest, I'm blowin' ya vest Until I die, I'll be high off d** Money bought me everything but couldn't buy me love My n***as blast and shoot cha' from here to Ma**achusetts The cash be ruthless, that's why ya a** is toothless You ain't half as ill as the admiral You a crab for real, n***a grab ya shield Rappers wanna k** me and blast me cause my rhymes are filthy While other n***as are silky and sa**y Upset ya squad, I'll never wet chu' God Y'all n***as ain't worth a dollar fifty on a Metro card fu*k THAT!, I bust gats, sit on the side like hubcaps Never leave home with out the rough raps Paper, I got to touch that, you want b**hes, I want track [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Yo, I know this ho that'll set chu' up and take ya tech Then n***as that make you peck to break ya neck Her mind was the dirtiest Ever since her pops died on the 30th She was livin' the life of unworthiness Her name was Karen, she drove a black LeBaron And by the way, she used to sell packs of crack for Aaron Tyron, do anything to be in a live zone Smoke five bones then rob the j**elry store for nine stones Attack ya town, packin' pounds, smackin' clowns Back em' down like Jackie Brown You never had sk**, I'm mad ill like an overdose of Advil k**er at will [Hook x2] f** That, true criminal F-F gonna hold this down f** That, true criminal F-F gonna hold this down f** That, true crimina F-F gonna hold this down f** That, true criminal F-F gonna hold this down f** That, true criminal F-F gonna hold this down