Lyrics to F**k The D To The A
First off, fuck a hater and her friend too
You bitches dried up, your nigga drunk off this pussy juice
I be riding fly, dodging cops with no fucking roof
Not about a check, you can skate like New New
I was in the feds laid back like it's a castle
If I gotta do a bid, no kids, no hassle
My niggas graduated off the block, no tassle
I'm a first pick, stupid bitch, this ain't no fucking raffle
One hundred bums, two hundred haters
Weak bitches looking up, bitch, I'm stacking paper
Get fly, post a pic, now that's retaliation
But if a bitch touch me, it's a different situation
Yeah, it's Yung Miami, ho
Bitches don't like my flo, but I'm pretty though
Not just on Snapchat, a real pretty ho
You niggas up low, my niggas really down to go
From the beans to CC, put respect on it
That's that Miami shit, they'll put a tech on it
Catch a pb, they'll snatch it off your neck, homie
Put the guns up, bet you still don't wanna wreck, homie
Pick your face up, do you need a face lift?
I'm a pretty bitch, still give you this .30 clip
Thinking with your dick, my niggas thinking with them sticks
Riding all day on the molly, yeah, they with the shits
Fuck the D to the A, bitch, I'm from the yee
Where niggas leave off to college, come back with a case
No Lil Tay-K but you know they did the race
Got out that shit and did the same motherfucking thang
Goddamn, I'm that bitch
You posting about me but won't post about your kids
That nigga gon' fuck you, hop right in your Benz
Go pick up another bitch to ride in your shit, little bitch
Tell me, what you bitches mad for?
Me and Miami one up, you can pick the score
Loud mouth, dry pockets, but that pussy sore
He wife me, he in and out you, you a corner store
Talking about you beefing with JT
No, you not, bitch, you only know me from IG
You's a bum ass ho, with some cheap ass weaves
Stealing another bitch swag, you's a motherfucking thief
You a joke
Bitch, you know you motherfucking po' but want smoke
Come here, ho, you know I got it for the low
Ha, I'ma give you hoes a discount, get they ass, Miami
I'm the youngest bitch doing it
Check my photos out, bum bitches talking shit just to get some clout
I'ma chill on IG and when I log out
Don't try to keep up and do this shit, you'a fall out
Mhmm, I'm really with the shits
I'm the baddest bitch, hanging with them savages
I set a nigga up, a real sneaky bitch
Just to get a couple mills, and see them diamonds glists
I got some niggas in the back, and you know they with it
I got some niggas in the front, and you know they get it
But I'm in court, right hand like, "No, they didn't"
You try me, bitch, that'll be the wrong decision
He got his hoodie on, so you know this pussy dripping
I like wild niggas, momma said the wrong decision
I crank cards but my niggas get it out the kitchen
I was never that lil' baby that was fucking listening
What's my body count? nigga, mind your fucking business
What's my body count? nigga, what's your bank digits?
What's your bank digits?
You bitches dried up, your nigga drunk off this pussy juice
I be riding fly, dodging cops with no fucking roof
Not about a check, you can skate like New New
I was in the feds laid back like it's a castle
If I gotta do a bid, no kids, no hassle
My niggas graduated off the block, no tassle
I'm a first pick, stupid bitch, this ain't no fucking raffle
One hundred bums, two hundred haters
Weak bitches looking up, bitch, I'm stacking paper
Get fly, post a pic, now that's retaliation
But if a bitch touch me, it's a different situation
Yeah, it's Yung Miami, ho
Bitches don't like my flo, but I'm pretty though
Not just on Snapchat, a real pretty ho
You niggas up low, my niggas really down to go
From the beans to CC, put respect on it
That's that Miami shit, they'll put a tech on it
Catch a pb, they'll snatch it off your neck, homie
Put the guns up, bet you still don't wanna wreck, homie
Pick your face up, do you need a face lift?
I'm a pretty bitch, still give you this .30 clip
Thinking with your dick, my niggas thinking with them sticks
Riding all day on the molly, yeah, they with the shits
Fuck the D to the A, bitch, I'm from the yee
Where niggas leave off to college, come back with a case
No Lil Tay-K but you know they did the race
Got out that shit and did the same motherfucking thang
Goddamn, I'm that bitch
You posting about me but won't post about your kids
That nigga gon' fuck you, hop right in your Benz
Go pick up another bitch to ride in your shit, little bitch
Tell me, what you bitches mad for?
Me and Miami one up, you can pick the score
Loud mouth, dry pockets, but that pussy sore
He wife me, he in and out you, you a corner store
Talking about you beefing with JT
No, you not, bitch, you only know me from IG
You's a bum ass ho, with some cheap ass weaves
Stealing another bitch swag, you's a motherfucking thief
You a joke
Bitch, you know you motherfucking po' but want smoke
Come here, ho, you know I got it for the low
Ha, I'ma give you hoes a discount, get they ass, Miami
I'm the youngest bitch doing it
Check my photos out, bum bitches talking shit just to get some clout
I'ma chill on IG and when I log out
Don't try to keep up and do this shit, you'a fall out
Mhmm, I'm really with the shits
I'm the baddest bitch, hanging with them savages
I set a nigga up, a real sneaky bitch
Just to get a couple mills, and see them diamonds glists
I got some niggas in the back, and you know they with it
I got some niggas in the front, and you know they get it
But I'm in court, right hand like, "No, they didn't"
You try me, bitch, that'll be the wrong decision
He got his hoodie on, so you know this pussy dripping
I like wild niggas, momma said the wrong decision
I crank cards but my niggas get it out the kitchen
I was never that lil' baby that was fucking listening
What's my body count? nigga, mind your fucking business
What's my body count? nigga, what's your bank digits?
What's your bank digits?
