Tech Deck Fukkit

[Intro]
Uh (Yeah), yeah (Ah, ah, ah)

[Verse 1]
Flipping the finger like tricks on a Tech Deck
We blowing Ls and it's not been a setback
I turn yo' hood to a crime scene
Step back, shoot, wet that, ooh
Pussy look just like color Majin Buu
Pushing a button, seeing what it do
I got a bitch in Cali⁠', Malibu
She droppin' the top, the coupe ain't got no roof
Can't fuck with these niggas to tell you the truth
I lied to the judge, man, I told him a spoof
Just did that boy dirty, it's back to my roots
These rappers too sweet, just a bag of some fruits
They know I'm the one and I'm holding the deuce
They talk all the time, it's just an excuse
This bitch on my line, she like how I move
I'm doing my dance, I'm hitting my groove (Woah)

[Chorus]
If it ain't money don't talk to me (Okay)
You ain't a hunnid, can't walk with me (Okay, huh)
'Bout to go pop, they still rock with me, okay, hey (Yeah-huh)
That's why these rappers can't fuck with me (Okay)
That's why these rappers can't, uh, uh (Yeah)
That's why these niggas ain't stopping me (Okay), huh, huh (Uh)
If it ain't money don't talk to me (Okay)
You ain't a hunnid, can't walk with me (Okay)
'Bout to go pop, they still rock with me (Fukkit), okay, yeah, yeah
That's why these rappers can't fuck with me (Bitch)
That's why these rappers can't, uh, uh (Yeah)
That's why these niggas ain't stopping me, okay (Uh, yeah)