FYM by Rebelz Ft. Rich Lyrics

Hook:

I got dick, for your bitch

You want smoke, you get hit

Got a grip, with a beam

Let it spit, bitch don't slip

Fuck you mean, bitch I’m poppin

Just like grease, don't touch it

That's a new piece, I’m gon cop it

Fuck the police, we don't mix



Verse 1 (Rebelz):
Niggas actin' like we ain't put em on

Broke yesterday, but we rich by tomorrow

Had a Toyota now I'm in a foreign Pull up, I pull out the tool out on y'all

We don't play games, nigga this ain't cards

If you got that beef, that’s on you and yo dawgs

Yeah, none of my niggas is frauds

Fuck the police, we don’t fuck with the law



Verse 2 (Rich):

I get paid like I live in the bank

Codeine with a little bit of sprite

2 cups stuffed like coke all white

Ya better wipe ya nose lil nigga we slime
Mac 11 to ya top nigga blow minds

I bought a S Class I don't even get to drive it

Have a Model X she ain’t even gat mileage

Rollie on my wrist gat a nigga feeling timeless



Verse 2 (Rebelz):

Bitch I'm bouta take off just like a rocket

I got that drum, you gon hear that shit knockin

I got a couple hunnid in my pocket

Her pussy caramel, but she like chocolate

Back to the money, I'm looking for profit

Watch how you step dawg, you gotta be cautious

Everybody out here claiming they solid
Get a lil money now watch they got problems



Yeah, shut up

Pussy nigga run up

Get hit with another, one

Yeah



Rich:

Fuck you, bitch imma tun up

Riding through the city with my brother

Know some niggas came from the gutta



Bitch!



Hook:

I got dick, for your bitch

You want smoke, you get hit

Got a grip, with a beam

Let it spit, bitch don't slip

Fuck you mean, bitch I’m poppin

Just like grease, don't touch it

That's a new piece, I'm gon cop it

Fuck the police, we don't mix



Writers: Joelle Holmes, Richard Fernander

Production: CrackGod