Fuck It Off

[Intro] Helluva made this beat, baby [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Who you think you finna play with? Who you think you finna run your mouth to and won't say shit? I'm outchea when it's cold, leave you out there Them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped Hella nigga's talk shit but they stand still Let's take a trip, duct tape, how the van feel? Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers, I'ma change shit Keep playin' with Liu Kang, I'ma kick it to your main bitch And I've been fuckin' hoes on my bae shit Come to the crib, I tell 'em go to the spaceship Red pill, blue pill, we in The Matrix Take it to the face, better do what I say, bitch He make it outta here then he a winner If a nigga try to run then we pull up in Sprinters We get to bustin' at your bucket, fuck it hit 'cho liver End of discussion, it's nothing, I eat you pussies for dinner I got no time, for fake ones, killers on the west side, with them real guns And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' still come "Where you at? Here, nigga!" All this pussy I'ma drill somethin' [Chorus: Chris Brown] Why they hate to see a real nigga make it? I done made a lot of change, now my people's changin' By myself, I don't need no witness Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky And living every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw You think I work this hard to fuck it off? [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley, Chris Brown & Both] Once again, I gotta remind these niggas Balenciaga, 'member when I couldn't buy these, nigga Called 'em bricks birds 'cause we really fly these bitches Tell your mans I know I'm lit, but don't eye me nigga (oh, woah) I'm solvin' every single problem with a tool Supersoak a nigga like he jumpin' off the pool If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news Choppa lift a nigga up, I bet he make it to the moon (pow) You can tell me and Breezy at the top They want us to fail, hopin' that we fall but we not Don't feel bad for what I did to them nigga's block Can't say what happened, just know I had to get rid of the Glock (oh) Remember my lick days, couldn't pull a bitch days (oh) Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, that shit paid (ooh woah) Nigga tried to fake beef with a nigga (that's just hate) Sneak dissin' me, see me out, jump on my dick, these niggas lame (Oh, pussy nigga) aye, nigga's terrible, who raised y'all? Nigga's leeches I can't feed 'em, I can't baby y'all (you need to fuck off) I'm giving headshots, I ain't 'bout to fade y'all Bitch you ain't fuckin', bye Felicia, I can't play with y'all (woo) [Chorus: Chris Brown] Why they hate to see a real nigga make it? I done made a lot of change, now my people's changin' By myself, I don't need no witness Can't thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I'm gettin' it I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky And living every fuckin' day like it's Mardi Gras I'ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw You think I work this hard to fuck it off?