**** 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