[Intro]
Yeah (yea)
You know what time it is n***a (oh you know what time it is)
Ha ha, you Know (reinvented)
I just been like layin' low
Ya know, stackin' this fuckin' money, uh (oh boy)
And a n***a always wanna try to come at the kid, man (hatin' ass n***as)
Some n***as mad 'cause I bang they bitches
Some n***as mad 'cause I ain't do a song wit 'em (ha ha ha) (come on man)
You know, n***as just hate me, man (ha ha, I love it)
I don't understand this shit, man, (woo) ya know (y'all ain't ready)
I stay to myself, fuck with the n***as I grew up with (ok)
You know that's the code of the streets, right? right (woo) (ok)
Ya know
(Ok) And I ain't gotta just (Clover G's) tell everybody how much weight I don' move, man, ha ha
I ain't got shit to prove to nobody
N***a

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh
Look I'ma tell you like this
You a bitch and I know it
How you get out of jail early?
You a snitch, I can show it
Here go my dick, you can blow it since I stay on your mind
I know n***as that don't like you that stay in your town
I know about your mixtape (yea)
And the verse on Trick shit (yea)
N***a I'm a warrior, you are just a misfit, get it?
A black fitted, black gloves a black snub (black snub)
The difference between me and you is I pack clubs
I had a traffic packed up, 23 blocks
My entourage pullin' up in 23 drops
And everybody on my team got a nice watch
They got their own chains plus I give 'em all game
You told Atlantic not to clear that verse you did for Buck
'Cause Ludacris murdered your ass, n***as know you butt (ha ha)
Ol' ass kissin' n***a tryna' get some hype
Bitch meet me in the ring ho cut off the mic
[Chorus]
They call me F (F)
L.I.P., man these lame ass n***as ain't fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
F (F)
L.I.P., these n***as mad 'cause my crib cost three point three (woo!)
F (F)
L.I.P., I'm the freestyle king of the SUC (SUC)
F (F)
L.I.P, I got n***as in every state reppin' Clover G's

[Verse 2]
Yo, this n***a Clifford think he a don like me
You ain't dodge five shots and take one like me
You wasn't doin' screwed tapes, you just a rappin', n***a
Look, you a gold artist, I'ma platinum n***a
Three videos retired, n***a I ain't fallin' off
N***as need to come together
And represent the south 'cause there's too much money to make to be beefin'
'Cause I just made a hundred grand this weekend
I made jobs for my n***as, what the fuck
I got my n***a 380, drivin' all my trucks
And he ah lay a n***a down if I gave him the word
I'm always in first place, I could never be third
I move birds in high school
Y'all n***as just doin' it and all you do is rap about it
Y'all just ruined it
I got n***as on the block tryna' get paid
D-Red got the pump, Pookie Loc got the K
[Chorus]
They call me F (F)
L.I.P., man these lame ass n***as ain't fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
F (F)
L.I.P., these n***as mad 'cause my crib cost three point three (woo!)
F (F)
L.I.P., I'm the freestyle king of the SUC (SUC)
F (F)
L.I.P, I got n***as in every state reppin' Clover G's