Fuck You by Pop Smoke Lyrics
[Intro]
Fuck you, fuck the plane you flew in on
Fuck them shoes, fuck those socks with the belt on it
Fuck yo' gay fairy faggot accent
Fuck them cheap ass cigars
Fuck your yuck mouth teeth
Fuck your hair-piece
Fuck your chocolate
Fuck Guy Ritchie
Fuck Prince William, fuck the Queen
This is America, nigga
Our president is black, my lambo is blue, nigga
Now get the fuck out my hotel room and if I see you in the streets, I'ma smack the shit out you (Woo)
[Verse]
Eleven dollars an hour ain't enough to live
So I'ma go in every store and I'ma swipe this shit
They tried to lock a nigga up and I'm like, "Fuck a pig"
But either way, mommy still gon' love her kid
Just took twenty from the city, they like "Who is you?"
A lot of niggas talkin' shit that they don't really do
I'm 'bout to turn my Air Force 1's into a Gucci shoe
I'm 'bout to turn my Timberlands into a Yeezy boot
My president is black, my bandanna is blue
Diamonds drippin', got me glistenin' like I came out the pool
I'm so exotic, like I came out the zoo, but I shot out the coupe
Got the scope with a clear eye view, woo
I put a dot on your head, then say hallelujah
Then know I'ma do ya', turn your head Medusa
Aimin' for medulla, cooler than a cooler
Shooter with a shooter, that's Ruger with a Ruger
Twenty K all in a day
Five for the lawyer, ten for the safe
Stacks hesi' with the renty, I'm like, "Why wait?"
I'm the hottest in the city, in the tri-state
We tryna raise up the crime rate
I just pulled up to your block in a i8
Strapped and I'm ready, she want it in her belly
Damn, all I gave her was a glass and some Henny, yeah, yeah
Passion raw steak, put you on a plate
We don't do it on the 'net, we do it face to face
But if you talkin' on that 'net, I'll put you on your face
Cartiers and Pierres for a week straight
Fuck you, fuck the plane you flew in on
Fuck them shoes, fuck those socks with the belt on it
Fuck yo' gay fairy faggot accent
Fuck them cheap ass cigars
Fuck your yuck mouth teeth
Fuck your hair-piece
Fuck your chocolate
Fuck Guy Ritchie
Fuck Prince William, fuck the Queen
This is America, nigga
Our president is black, my lambo is blue, nigga
Now get the fuck out my hotel room and if I see you in the streets, I'ma smack the shit out you (Woo)
[Verse]
Eleven dollars an hour ain't enough to live
So I'ma go in every store and I'ma swipe this shit
They tried to lock a nigga up and I'm like, "Fuck a pig"
But either way, mommy still gon' love her kid
Just took twenty from the city, they like "Who is you?"
A lot of niggas talkin' shit that they don't really do
I'm 'bout to turn my Air Force 1's into a Gucci shoe
I'm 'bout to turn my Timberlands into a Yeezy boot
My president is black, my bandanna is blue
Diamonds drippin', got me glistenin' like I came out the pool
I'm so exotic, like I came out the zoo, but I shot out the coupe
Got the scope with a clear eye view, woo
I put a dot on your head, then say hallelujah
Then know I'ma do ya', turn your head Medusa
Aimin' for medulla, cooler than a cooler
Shooter with a shooter, that's Ruger with a Ruger
Twenty K all in a day
Five for the lawyer, ten for the safe
Stacks hesi' with the renty, I'm like, "Why wait?"
I'm the hottest in the city, in the tri-state
We tryna raise up the crime rate
I just pulled up to your block in a i8
Strapped and I'm ready, she want it in her belly
Damn, all I gave her was a glass and some Henny, yeah, yeah
Passion raw steak, put you on a plate
We don't do it on the 'net, we do it face to face
But if you talkin' on that 'net, I'll put you on your face
Cartiers and Pierres for a week straight