Fuckboys Z (of Firing Squad)

[Chorus: Z]
I keep my money by my pistol and my pistol by my waist
I keep that fire by the swisher and the swisher by my face
And ain't no fuckboys around
We ain't talking, ain't no fuckboys around
We pull up off
Ain't no fuckboys around me, they be chilling with you
Ain't no fuckboys around me, it's just me and my crew
Ain't no fuckboys around me, less they talking 'bout you
Ain't no fuckboys around me, less they talking 'bout you

[Verse 1: Z]
Look, when we walk into the room it's like fuck you, and fuck you
And fuck everybody with you when it come to my crew
My family everything, been Squad since we fell out the womb
Let's get that cheddar gang, we on and we ain't fucking with you
My homies fucking all yo bitches at the shows, they don't know that
I'm flipping through these chips with my bros then we rolling
Bitch get up off the jock
What we holding is hot
These bitches posing on the block, but I already know they not
Cause they some fuckboys
Don't gotta let us, we gon' pop
The boy jet-ski in the swamp
They can't forget me when they talk
Cause I bust boy
My bitch got Rémy in a cup
We keep the semi in the trunk
You gotta feel me off a bump