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FWT Video (MV)




Performed By: MonSta WicKed
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Cameron Dean




MonSta WicKed - FWT Lyrics
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I'm tryna f*ck with that, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna f*ck with that, yeah, uh
Lil' bitch, you f*ck with that, yeah, yeah
Lil' bitch, let's f*ck with that, uh
Don't compare me to these niggas, we are not the same
I be round real killers, they'll blow your brain
They'll do you bad just for talkin', please don't say my name
Since that lil' nigga doin' that rappin', let that choppa sing
I'm on a new pack, been high for like five days
Doing donuts on your street, I'll get to f*ckin' up your driveway
I don't care bout what they doin', bitch, I'm doin' this shit my way
That bitch was for the streets, I dropped her off right on the highway
Twin AMGs get to racin' on the interstate
How this bitch gon' say she loyal? She don't even stay up in the state
I don't wanna hear no cappin' please just get away
They potna just got hit today, so now I'm plannin' for my getaway
Drive-by shootings, bust a nigga head
All these niggas fed, gotta hit him with that lead
All these niggas coppin' pleas, but the fifth is what I plead
Don't try to text me on some dumb shit, bitch, I'll leave your ass on read
I'm tryna f*ck with that
I'm tryna meet up in the field, but these lil' niggas on the bench
Tryna beef about a bitch, then get hit and try to snitch
Better stay up on the sidewalk, the streets ain't for the weak
I'm big steppin' in my G-Nikes, in the field I'm wearin' cleats
Bitch, I hop on any beat, your ho gon' hop on any meat
Bitch, I get right by any means, it ain't no fright for enemies
I got a grill for all the beef, it's strictly war, it ain't no peace
Yeah
I'm tryna f*ck with that
I'm tryna f*ck with that
Lil' bitch, you f*ck with that?
Yeah, yeah lil' bitch let's f*ck with that
Don't compare me to these niggas, we are not the same
I be round real killers, they'll blow your brain
They'll do you bad just for talkin', please don't say my name
Since that lil' nigga doin' that rappin', let that choppa sing
I'm on a new pack, been high for like five days
Doing donuts on your street, I'll get to f*ckin' up your driveway
I don't care bout what they doin', bitch, I'm doin' this shit my way
That bitch was for the streets, I dropped her off right on the highway
Yeah
I'm tryna f*ck with that, what?
I'm tryna f*ck with that
Lil' bitch, you f*ck with that?
Yeah, yeah lil' bitch let's f*ck with that
Yeah
Nah I'm really f*ckin' with that, you heard me, I aint duckin' no action
You heard me? These niggas pussy
Let's f*ck with that, yeah
Bitch, its wicked nigga
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I'm tryna f*ck with that, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna f*ck with that, yeah, uh
Lil' bitch, you f*ck with that, yeah, yeah
Lil' bitch, let's f*ck with that, uh
Don't compare me to these niggas, we are not the same
I be round real killers, they'll blow your brain
They'll do you bad just for talkin', please don't say my name
Since that lil' nigga doin' that rappin', let that choppa sing
I'm on a new pack, been high for like five days
Doing donuts on your street, I'll get to f*ckin' up your driveway
I don't care bout what they doin', bitch, I'm doin' this shit my way
That bitch was for the streets, I dropped her off right on the highway
Twin AMGs get to racin' on the interstate
How this bitch gon' say she loyal? She don't even stay up in the state
I don't wanna hear no cappin' please just get away
They potna just got hit today, so now I'm plannin' for my getaway
Drive-by shootings, bust a nigga head
All these niggas fed, gotta hit him with that lead
All these niggas coppin' pleas, but the fifth is what I plead
Don't try to text me on some dumb shit, bitch, I'll leave your ass on read
I'm tryna f*ck with that
I'm tryna meet up in the field, but these lil' niggas on the bench
Tryna beef about a bitch, then get hit and try to snitch
Better stay up on the sidewalk, the streets ain't for the weak
I'm big steppin' in my G-Nikes, in the field I'm wearin' cleats
Bitch, I hop on any beat, your ho gon' hop on any meat
Bitch, I get right by any means, it ain't no fright for enemies
I got a grill for all the beef, it's strictly war, it ain't no peace
Yeah
I'm tryna f*ck with that
I'm tryna f*ck with that
Lil' bitch, you f*ck with that?
Yeah, yeah lil' bitch let's f*ck with that
Don't compare me to these niggas, we are not the same
I be round real killers, they'll blow your brain
They'll do you bad just for talkin', please don't say my name
Since that lil' nigga doin' that rappin', let that choppa sing
I'm on a new pack, been high for like five days
Doing donuts on your street, I'll get to f*ckin' up your driveway
I don't care bout what they doin', bitch, I'm doin' this shit my way
That bitch was for the streets, I dropped her off right on the highway
Yeah
I'm tryna f*ck with that, what?
I'm tryna f*ck with that
Lil' bitch, you f*ck with that?
Yeah, yeah lil' bitch let's f*ck with that
Yeah
Nah I'm really f*ckin' with that, you heard me, I aint duckin' no action
You heard me? These niggas pussy
Let's f*ck with that, yeah
Bitch, its wicked nigga
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Writer: Cameron Dean
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