Oktane - Y.F.N lyrics

[Verse 1: London Skyy] Ok now real n***as gon' stay up Fake n***as gon' stay down Punk n***as gon' pay up Your girl she gon' lay down I'm ridin' round, I'm getting it What the hell did you say clown? I'm ridin' round in that first cla** She ridin' round in that grey hound Fake n***as don't know It's f** that intersection Cause you n***as cuffin' them hoes Them hoes cuffin' detectives And my presidential is go I just won the elections Got your girl down on her knees Like she finna pop me the question New girl with a different bu*t New drank with a different cup Cîroc with that ice drank I told your girl, don't mix it up I drop her off, won't pick her up Ask girl she think enough Ass alone like ten pounds Work out when I left it up That's the flyest n***as in your city Plus you n***as rocking two chains just to see some titties boy But that's not the way that we do thangs We yellin' true like we 2 Chainz We kickin' a** like we Liu Kang [Hook: London Skyy] We some fly n***as, fly n***as finna pop off Your n***as be cuffin', someone called the cop off My car and your girlfriend, they both got their top off And if a n***a hatin', tell his chick that she should hop off [Verse 2: Oktane] I say Your girl, that's where you find me on It's mister get on songs and snap like it ain't no beat on Best believe if you saw her, then I probably know her It's that time of the month she use her hair, knees and shoulders Boy I'm too sick for TV, I be spittin' I be sneezin' Bet your boy asthmatic when I spit it out I be wheezin' Man I swear this here is too easy I suggest you take your time You thinking 'bout your next move and I'm already makin' mine Ok I swear my life is a movie and I do not need a script I just get on here and I rip Give me that kick, snare and I flip She got clothes on and get striped off She's a jump, Kriss Kross Beef with me and it's gon' play like That n***a that beef with Rick Ross Boy I came from nothing and turned that to your girl Doin' anything from discussion like dome-dome and go home She leave with a concussion and you probably give her a kiss No more talkin' cla** dismissed I'm that SH and that's it [Hook: London Skyy] We some fly n***as, fly n***as finna pop off Your n***as be cuffin', someone called the cop off My car and your girlfriend, they both got their top off And if a n***a hatin', tell his chick that she should hop off We some fly n***as, fly n***as finna pop off Your n***as be cuffin', someone called the cop off My car and your girlfriend, they both got their top off And if a n***a hatin', tell his chick that she should hop off