Fuck That

Russ

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    Yeah, everybody got a breakin' point

    I move with P. Stones and Igbos
    For any rappers tryna play the hero
    For any peasant tryna play Deebo
    On some tough guy shit, you not a tough guy, bitch
    You mad 'cause the girl you wanna fuck sucked my dick
    You were a high school loser, now a bitter adult
    I handle your karma myself, that's a quicker result
    Raisin' money to kill me 'cause y'all be poppin' the pills
    Take the money, save the money for your hospital bills, bitch
    They think it's sweet because my skin tone
    Little bitch, I been known, people that extend beyond my zipcode
    Godby Road, Old National highway
    Spelled it out for out-of-towners comin' at me sideways
    Old Nat (Old Nat), I can't want for them to get you
    Y'all stalkers studied up on me, can't wait for them to test you
    Old Nat (Old Nat), I'm unassumin' so you're unprepared
    I might make them film it, show the world you're fuckin' scared

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    They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that
    They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that
    They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that
    'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that
    Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
    Somebody gon' end up hurt
    Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
    I promise I see every word

    Yeah, I got big and your bitch is the proof
    I got bigger when the media twisted the truth
    These insecure grown men I've never met, y'all don't have a cause
    If people like me don't exist, y'all don't have a job
    You a bitch, you probably got fucked in the pen
    You still a bitch, you just gossip with a pen
    Fuck the clickbait, political bitch-made journalists
    Most of y’all are pussy, smell like fishbait
    I dictate my hours, how 'bout you?
    I made four million in four minutes bitch, how 'bout you?
    Like a Final Four moment that I'll never forget
    I wore a fuckin' T-shirt and then I cut through the net
    I win, we'll never meet, you're not rich enough bitch
    All your disses don't reach, you're not big enough bitch
    Y'all be dissin' for the clout, that's how poppin' I am
    One phone call, this phone is like a Glock in my hand

    They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that
    They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that
    They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that
    'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that
    Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
    Somebody gon' end up hurt
    Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
    I promise I see every word

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