[Intro: Freeway]
I ain't DJ Khaled, but this is
Another one

[Verse 1: Freeway]
Don't be mad at me 'cause we eatin' and y'all starvin'
Car too foreign to go to Pep Boys (skrrt)
I don't fuck with fuckboys (uh-uh)
Either got the Tommy or the Sauer when I hunt boys (that's right)
Goriest adventures, all our hammers got extensions with silencers (ssh)
You feel the collar burn, don't hear the gun noise
Proud of us, been poppin' for twenty plus
Y'all clowns tryna compete with me? (haha)
Y'all can't even heat up the thermometer (uh-uh)
They hatin', and they frontin', and they thievin', and they lyin', and they schemin' (yo, fuck those fakers)
That's the reason why we call 'em fuckboys (uh huh)
F is for failure (what else?)
U is for undercover haters (okay)
C's 'cause they cry, 'cause they can't seem to make it (ha)
K, they think they killers, but they ain't one (they not)
B, 'cause they broke, and they don't move them
Os where they came from
Y: W-H-Y test us?
Our blood sacred, and we Muslim, so God's with us
We always come with that vibe, don't want me to show
Crime is at an all-time high, they killed Meechy, though (RIP)
Everybody meets the reaper, somethin' that y'all need to know
Only get to take [?] with you, can't keep the dough (uh-uh)
Try to send me there first, and I'll squeeze the pound
Have you like (oh, oh, oh, o-oh, oh)
It's the bearded king, y'all know the sound
Walk a fine line, mainstream, and the underground (that's right)
Since y'all dudes was infants, I been in position
Me and Payne seekin' competition, but ain't none around
N***a
[Chorus: RJ Payne]
See, if you wake up with the hate before you even wash your face
Get it straight: you's a fuckboy
Even the ladies can relate
Look, baby, put that n***a in his place, he a fuckboy
Yeah, them haters at it again
They just hope you doin' badder than them
That's a fuckboy
Bitch, I'm about my change
I will call you n***as out by name
That's a fuckboy

[Verse 2: RJ Payne]
Now, one thing that's hard to forget
Is seein' grown men garglin' dick
Let's talk about it
N***as ain't partners, so they gang-hoppin'
Lil' n***a, name-droppin' ain't your bargaining chip
Oh, your uncle is Diddy? Your cousin is Usher?
You deep in the tree
You shouldn't have a problem payin' for a feature from me
Don't think you gettin' special treatment, I'm just keepin' it G
Definition of fuckboy, shit is easy to see
Payne
Now a veteran got the belt
They downplayin' my success to feel better about they self
He mad, you hatin', they better get out and help
That's wack, take your hand and slap the shit out yourself, pussy
Tell your buddies they Teletubbies
Softer than baby shit, they ain't mad, they jealous of me
Two Ks bang, U.K. slang, hella gully
Shorty keep a tall 40 that they don't sell at the deli, woo
I been in my bag, that's what I write for
You got the whole pie, the fuck you mad at my slice for?
That's the fuckboy vibes I'll take your life for
This OG been OT, shoutout my white boy
I'm blowin' me a bag, she rollin' me the gas
These n***as wakin' up angry and they go to sleep mad
Alchemy, how I transform poetry to cash
Fuckboy, you lucky that I'm too focused to beat your ass, God
[Chorus]
See, if you wake up with the hate before you even wash your face
Get it straight: you's a fuckboy
Even the ladies can relate
Look, baby, put that n***a in his place, he a fuckboy
Yeah, them haters at it again
They just hope you doin' badder than them
That's a fuckboy
Bitch, I'm about my change
I will call you n***as out by name
That's a fuckboy