Fuck That
D.Core Lyrics

Southside, outside, glock 9 with that 45
Sticked up, traumatized, all that talking nigga this ain't drama time
He was talking that shit
Get to upping them pipes that be ending ya life bet we bust under pressure
Yea I fuck with them niggas that bust off the rip and they empty the clip
Just for the extra measure (Bitch, Grrr)
(Huh) Man these niggas been punked out
Told Donald get to ducking when a nigga pull the Trumps out
Nigga talking like he walk shit, bet a pussy nigga get stumped out
Put a pussy nigga in the trunk now
Nigga got bullied all the way through middle school
Now I'm posed to think you toting that fye
We know that's a lie
Be shooting that shit sound like (Doo-doo-doo fah)
Like 4th of July
Got a AMG Cedes, be pushing a spaceship
I be driving so fast, make ya lace lift
Man I swear that these niggas love acting, it look like a movie scene
Bet that I show them a great clip
Yea you know that this glock got a flash, that's light camera action
Up the canon, he ain't bout the action
Say you fuck with them shootas lil niggas but it's just a faction
Bet we split them boys up like it's fractions
Nigga won't catch me lacking, you know that I be pistol packing
On the end by the way I be sacking
Bet we knock off ya top when we take off the cheese, ain't mac'n
Like tetris, my money been stacking, racking
That nigga said he could fuck with me, capping
Rip her frontal and beat from the backend
Man we know that you talk for the net, you be snappin, chattin
Hensel Gretel, my packets been fattened
I been stacking my bread, my money yeah my pockets gain weight
It's bout money, I ain't finna wait
We can do it whenever on sight, I ain't saving no date
Do it early and leave them out late
Why these niggas talking bout old opps, man you know I popped that
We was shooting and them niggas ain't pop back
And a opp tried upping at me but you know that I shot back
Yea that pussy got hit don't talk back
Nigga picking up beef he lost, pussy nigga better drop that
Bet these blues in my pocket won't drop back
He was talking real strong like he wanna push up, now you wanna fall back
Nigga better than me, that's ball-cap
Finna load up the clip in the strap boy it sound like it's click-clacking
Nigga said he gon jump it didn't happen
I ain't claiming no body hell nah nigga, it's just a misshapen
Yea we popped at his fitted for big capping
These niggas chucky for cheese, rats
That niggas that he strapped give a fuck bout that
Serving CD for Lamb like I'm Dak
I put that cheese on yo head get you turned to Pack
These niggas snitches and bitches, this choppa got glitches, it's going through walls, that's a fact
Boy leave me out of yo mentions, this stick got extensions, don't make me take you off the map
Southside, outside, glock 9 with that 45
Sticked up, traumatized, all that talking niggas this ain't drama time
He was talking that shit, get to upping them pipes that be ending ya life bet we bust under pressure
Yea I fuck with them niggas that bust off the rip and they empty the clip just for the extra measure