letra de fuck around & find out! - seriyouse
[intro]
free all my n-ggas man, long live my n-ggas
f-ck is you talking about?
b-tch i’m too f-cking high in the stu’
off a thirty in this b-tch, off the gas in this b-tch
seriyouse in this hoe, my n-gga
[verse]
i walk on the scene and these hoes going bonkers
had to make a couple bands by my lonely
b-tch i feel like speaker knockerz
.762 hit your body, it’s too late for a doctor
opp blunt got me too high
opps be cap, they say that they be in the field, but they not really outside
i’m in the bimmer, ride with my nina, i clean them up like tide
.556 hit your spinal, you ain’t slide for your n-ggas, bro you in denial
i pull that card like a wild, these hoes stalking my profile
i got to keep me a stick on my side, f-ck around, find out bullets gon’ fly
ben frank wipe the tears from eyes
i pop a perky, i’m getting dilirious
that’s not my b-tch, but i see that she curious
i know it’s making you furious
you act like a hoe, you must be on your period
i catch a body like minecraft, i get experience
y’all n-ggas cannot be serious
y’all n-ggas could never be seriyouse
i feel like hiei, i’m spitting the dark flame
foreign hoe, she say my name with an accent
i’m in the field, counting bread on the backend
i’m trying to file my taxes, fire in my eyes, i feel like ghost rider
n-gga i’m hot like some matches
yeah them bullets hot like volcanoes
f-ck my b-tch, then it’s back to the bankroll
glock 19, it’s gon’ knock off your elbow
no adidas, but my choppa got sh-ll toes
knock off your top if you don’t keep that head low
opp pack pearled up right in the fronto
she got a fat ass booty, i beat it like bongos
airbnb, i smoke gas in the condo
mtc, all my n-ggas is front row
whole gang get to them hundos
whole gang get to them dollars
woke up high, so i’m popping my collar
glock get to bussing, everybody start hollering
i’m in the field serving girl scout cookies
flex on a n-gga like eddie guerrero
i’m in my temples, i feel like a pharaoh
ar-15, that’s a squad wipe
black shawty get creampied, that’s a klondike
if it’s beef, i’m serving filet mignon
i’m off a perky, i’m scratching my jaw
i’m rolling, no bowling ball
hollow tips knock his whole gang down like a strike
pop a perc, now i’m high like a flight
these n-ggas be green, boy you a traffic light
you get f-cked like a p-ssy, i bust with the pipe
i ain’t got to prove sh-t, i earned my stripes
swag real heavy, that sh-t not light
internet gangster, they just love to type
sn-tching about this and that, you don’t do that sh-t in real life
these hoes be so messy and trife
i can’t trust in no snake, i can’t trust in no mice
if you plan on rolling that dice, you better play your life
ball with the swag, i’m feeling like dwight
like a star i’m gon’ shine, i glow in the night
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