F.U. Prettifun

[Chorus]
(Pretti)
Huh, not a type nigga (Haha, type, type)
Huh, I'm tryna square, why the fuck you typin' nigga? (Why you typin'?)
Huh, twin locked up in the pen', you know I'ma write you, nigga
Huh, .45 for all my friends, go and get a pipe, nigga (Pipe)
Huh, yeah, fate undecided, I'm 'bout to flicker (Shout out)
Huh, phone like a tone, when you talkin', I dismiss ya (Get ignored)
Drinkin' Kool-Aid, uh, right out the pitcher, huh (Drinkin' Kool-Aid)
I'm on them things, you don't get it, I don't get it, ah
Niggas sharing clothes, uh, I think that's rented (I think that's rented)
I think it's dirty (I think it's dirty), but I been there before, I admit it, huh
Gold pipe, uh, we all glistenin', huh, huh
Stay awarе, uh, niggas runnin' blitz

[Verse]
She go state fair, when shе eatin' up the dick (Eat)
Huh, freaky nigga, pull out, bust all on them tits (Eugh)
Hype man, watch out, I control the pit, huh
Took some pop, gettin' lit, gettin' to the ceiling, huh
Pop shop, pull up, I got merch, come and get it, huh
Just like it's a Frankfurt, it's so many bitches
A no-good treesh tried to cross, I won't forget it (I won't)
I don't need your lovin', you keep givin' it to niggas
Had to fuck her best friend, and her cousin, and her sister
Just a young black man, ain't no product of the system (Of the system)
Designer in my veins, got Prada in my system (In my system)
This shirt came right from Denim
Get high, my stomach hittin' (In your system)
Yeah, yeah, you have potential
We all got a talent, her's fuckin' niggas, huh
And that shit ain't valid, all these hoein' bitches
I ain't bitter, bitch, you bitter, got me laughin', nigga
(Ha, ha, ha)