Jommu Is Unsocial - Phuck Lyrics

Sixty pound down now wow
Weight a minute,
Fifty rounds get you on the ground
Is you finished
Forty Shorties, bend em all down cum in a minute
Thirty, but she dirty all around
And she grinning
Twenty twenty see it go down
Oh such a feeling
And I hit it with the ten thou
I got the credit
Hol' up hol' up is you counting down
Another minute, uh another limit
Oh yes I get it

Shoot her down, say shoot her down
Till she get hurt
What's that sound, I'm counting down
Before you get murked
Live with the pressure wow
I get it
I Feel like i'm trending now
You get it
So numbing the feeling wow
I get it
I'm humming not squealing now
So you get it

I scream murder
You deserve her
Don't f*ck around if you not down
Keep composure
Look around you, but I can't see you
You lookin' lookin' like you wanna f*cking come through
More like one two, f*ck your issues
F*ck twelve, f*ck wealth
Go f*ck yourself dude
Go f*ck yourself dude
Go f*ck yourself dude
Go f*ck yourself dude
Go f*ck yourself dude, aye

Spending that shit when I get that, aye
Taking some hits, when you text back, huh
Ain't f*cking you, cause I'm sad af
Going hard, don't need no ass crack, uh
Acting all that, yo chest flat, uh
Feelin like a hoe, suck a dick tho, aye
Bootleg woo tang, golf wang
Feeling thangs, you stank, hard paint, uh
Better not hit when I get back, uh
Hard in the paint, no cashback, huh
Some real pussy shit, got flashbacks
I'm here in time, no relapse
You counterfeit , real shit bro
On a 4runner, stick shift flow
Nutmeg skin leg, fall time hoe
Smaller eye, one side, f*ck that bitch tho, aye

Sixty pound down now wow
Weight a minute,
Fifty rounds get you on the ground
Is you finished
Forty Shorties, bend em all down cum in a minute
Thirty, but she dirty all around
And she grinning
Twenty twenty see it go down
Oh such a feeling
And I hit it with the ten thou
I got the credit
Hol' up hol' up is you counting down
Another minute, uh another limit
Oh yes I get it

Ask me what's been cracking
You know that we be stacking
We got, bitches on our hips
And the, buds around our lips
Got the, gold up on our girls
And the, ice up on our wrists
Hold my, hand to feel the chills
Frozen when, you try to diss
We came from nothing to something ah
We bad and boujee we stuntin' ah
Frightening and scary, we gunnin' ah
Pull the trigger you runnin' ah
Entrapment, so cap it's a factor in your life
Come with me, flex with me
Up and down no feelings please

There's stuff you lack, no back to back
You had your chance, I'm taken, aye
Your feeling's wack, I'm feeling tracked
This train's leaving station
Call me social, spittin' fosho
Not a no show huh
I'm just unsocial, you know what I know
Im just unsocial