| Fuck these fuck ass niggas |
| These pussy ass rap niggas in the game |
| Soon as they get a bit of money they think they one of us |
| They can suck my motherfuckin' dick |
| Nigga be talkin bout he trill |
| His nigga over here trill |
| You a bitch ass nigga |
| Motherfuckers always talkin' bout how much money they got |
| Them niggas can’t even go in the ghetto they be rappin' on the records about |
| Cause they a fuck boy |
| Pussy ass niggas always saying they gon' do somethin' in the hood |
| Nigga, if we wanted to hit you, we could’ve hit you |
| Four in the morn, smokin' dank |
| Sippin on Endo, thinkin' 'bout my bank |
| I’m rackin' in them big noses, bout to win |
| And they bout to break me off a gang of m’s |
| Cause all the niggas that got the milage |
| They don’t get out the bed bout them dollars |
| For dollars, they fuck over they homeboys |
| You think they’ll hit you up, but you a fuck boy |
| Fuck boy, nigga, you work for them folks |
| Like to pay for the pussy, and a gang of hoes |
| Nigga always on the mic about packin' the gun |
| But when the shit pop off, he be the first to run |
| I’m a nigga, but I do some adding and subtracting |
| Where the fuck was motherfucking Jesse Jackson? |
| Pimp C, tryna see them white folks |
| While young niggas was getting fucked in they ass and throat |
| By these dirty ass motherfuckin' tight folks |
| A few house niggas, but most of you is Jewish white folks |
| Step out of line, just might get hit with the toy |
| But if they do, I’m still sure they some fuck boys |
| Fuck boy, nigga, you work for them folks |
| Like to pay for the pussy, and a gang of hoes |
| Nigga always on the mic about packin' the gun |
| But when the shit pop off, he be the first to run |
| You can run, but you still get touched, boy |
| You nothing but a pussy, that’s why they call you fuck boy |
| It ain’t sex, I ain’t tryna say you fucked a fag |
| You ain’t gay, but you still take it up the ass |
| You claim to be real, but you not |
| You pulled out your gat, but you still got shot |
| You too scared to be a gangsta, you’ll never be a playa |
| You ain’t spit no game, nigga, all you did was play |
| When she dumped you, you said it didn’t hurt |
| She ain’t nothing but a hoe, but your pimpin' didn’t work |
| They put you in a cell, you tell them everything you know |
| You’s a bitch, you scary jealous ass hoe |
| Fuck boy, nigga, you work for them folks |
| Like to pay for the pussy, and a gang of hoes |
| Nigga always on the mic about packin' the gun |
| But when the shit pop off, he be the first to run |
| Hold up |
| Dedicated to all you stupid ass niggas |
| Eat a sick dick and die, nigga |
| Pussy ass niggas around you with them guns ain’t gon save you either |
| Cause when a niga wanna hit you, it’s easy to hit you |
| Cause you a fuck boy |
| And fuck boys follo fuck niggas |
| So if you a fighting ass nigga |
| And you done sold dope but still talk to the feds |
| You a fuck boy too |
| Go put a dick in your mouth |
| Talkin' 'bout who you gon; slap |
| Not us, nigga |
| Get your brains blown out on your motherfuckin' dashboard |