**** Boy (Remix)

Six in the morning, ***** at my door
I'm tryna figure out what he out there for
Last time I seen him he was talking s**t
Found out his new girl can't suck no ****
Hit the intercom I ain't let him in
***** ***** lucky I ain't **** his friends
Prolly thought at *****, Would be down and out
Till he seen my riding round in that chromed out Benz
South Beach ***** you ain't bout that life
You cross that bridge they taking all the ice
You don't want no problems with them boys from the bottom
Strip your ass butt naked and hit the turn pike
You's a **** boy, **** boy
My ***** been said it
That's why I should've let your best friend get it
We went on trips you bought Chanel
But money ain't s**t when you soft as hell
Cause you's a **** boy, **** boy
My momma even said it
Got a new ***** I ain't even gotta sweat it
You still gon talk and that's a got damn shame
But a hoe gon be a hoe and a lame gon be a lame **** BOY
Uh, you a f*ckboy
You ain't tough, boy
Call the gang, let 'em slide, get you touched, boy
Tell my b*tch to play the witness, that's a decoy
Silencer, big Glock, it make no noise
Back to back fifty pointers playin' freeze tag
Me and Trina coppin' new ice with each bag
Don't call my phone, pus*y n*gga, 'cause your head trash
And tell your b*tch to suck a di*k, I got her big mad
You's a f*ckboy, f*ckboy, my b*tch been said it
That's why I should've let your best friend get it
We went on trips, you bought Chanel
But money ain't **** when you soft as hell
'Cause you's a f*ckboy, f*ckboy, my mama even said it
Got a new n*gga, I ain't even gotta sweat it
You still gon' talk, and that's a goddamn shame
But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame, f*ckboy
Pus*y n*gga, you been trippin 'for what?
On the 'Gram peepin' ****, b*tch, you been dissin' for what?
Keep it a hundred, I'm a different kind of b*tch
Won't let you ever f*ck again if you had another n*gga di*k
All that fakin', all that playin', speakin' on me, what you sayin'?
Give no f*ck about your b*tch
She can have them problems with your ass
Pillow talkin' like a ho, I thought you knew better
Lil' n*gga, we gon' do better
Ghetto Lauren London, he gon' get this New New out her
'Cause you's a f*ckboy, f*ckboy, my mama even said it
Got a new n*gga, I ain't even gotta sweat it
You still gon' talk, and that's a goddamn shame
But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame, f*ckboy