
T. Jack – F.W.M Lyrics
Artist: T. Jack
Song: F.W.M
So you know, we out here in Capri
Know what I mean?
Yeah we in Capri
Doing the damn thing (laugh)
Doing the damn thing (laugh)
Doing the damn thing (laugh)
It’s r- haha it’s real
Know what I mean?
Ha ha ha
All day all day all day
All day every day
We out in the city
We gettin’ too litty
I promise you n#gg#s can’t keep up with me
They thought that they was gone pull up finessin’
But they cannot get it for free
See triple 3’s I am a beast
Look
They are not f#ckin’ with me
She wanna press me and ask me what’s next
I told her “babygirl hold on and see”
Aye (Yuh)
Aye (Yuh)
They are not f#ckin’ with me
They are not f#ckin’ with me yeah
They are not f#ckin’ with me
Told her to hold on and see
Told her to hold on and see
Told her to hold on and see yeah
They are not f#ckin’ with me
Aye (Yuh)
Aye (Yuh)
You n#gg#s ain’t f#ckin’ with me
I just went out and put 81 up like I’m Kobe
I might just take over the league
They gonna try to critique
But n#gg#s ain’t checkin’ themselves when they speak
Some of ’em died ’cause they tried to act like the homie but
Wait uh, look
n#gg#s been moving too falsely
I’m on they head just like Bosley
Being real here didn’t cost me
Sorry you n#gg#s so sorry yeah
Puttin’ my foot on the gas and breaking these records
I feel like Sha’Carri yeah
Doing me dirty I promise you n#gg#s gone here me
Like don’t get me started yea
Uh don’t get me started yea
Wanna be dressed down in Cartier
Type to be late to the party yea
I get it I’m moving far away
I’ll take it all the way matter of fact I’ll take it all today
Ain’t got no time to waste I gotta pick up the pace
Yeah look
They cannot relate
Send ’em to space I’m getting away from n#gg#s that’s full of the hate
No they don’t know what it takes
Raising this sh#t from the clay
Raising the stakes
The risk Imma take can’t nobody play in my face
Pull up in something like “geez Louise” and squeeze the piece
You n#gg#s deceased
I’m tryna run up the cheese and turn it to G’s
I need me a milli’ at least
They gotta (cough cough) cough up the fees
And give me a reason to leave
I’m going ha ha (hahaha) just like I’m Magic catchin’ me out in Capri
We out in the city
We gettin’ too litty
I promise you n#gg#s can’t keep up with me
They thought that they was gone pull up finessin’
But they cannot get it for free
See triple 3’s I am a beast
Look
They are not f#ckin’ with me
She wanna press me and ask me what’s next
I told her “babygirl hold on and see”
Aye (Yuh)
Aye (Yuh)
They are not f#ckin’ with me
They are not f#ckin’ with me yeah
They are not f#ckin’ with me
Told her to hold on and see
Told her to hold on and see
Told her to hold on and see yeah
They are not f#ckin’ with me
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From the album:
F.W.M [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021