FOMDJ

[Intro]

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

You got to

[Chorus]

I got me a natural lil' bitch, I'll fuck that lil' ho on her B-Day

I'ma walk on stage, my eyes so red, yeah, fuck what she say

I been on the E-way, bitch, come on the G-way

She wanna put on my chain, yeah, she wanna fuck on my DJ

Let it go like a relay, fuck her mouth, I don't do dates

All this money, I'm big paid, buy Richie a new Wraith

Oh yeah, give my opps they due dates

Crash out for the gang, hol' up, crash out for a mixtape

Have you fuck on my peers, I'ma hit all the gears

Have you switchin' your lips, yeah, she got all the skills

And I'm still on the hill, yeah, I'm still in The Hills

We ain't missed a mеal, we ain't missed a mil'

We ain't missеd a meal, we ain't missed a mil'

[Verse]

This how the Perky feel, this how the ecstasy feel

This how the Xanny feel, watch how that motherfucker feel

Make your bitch wanna go drill

Voices, they all in my ears

Give me a reason to trip, schyeah

Bust that bitch right at your lip

Havin' all blues like a Crip

Pull up, I'm ready to flip

Then I go turn up a tier

I can make all of 'em feel

I'm 'bout to climb out the rear

I'm on that vitamin E, huh

All of my pints are sealed

I'm in that bitch like D. Hill

Tell me, who you fear?

Bitch, it's stuck in the motherfuckin' air

At the finish line, meet me there

Got a broad tryna braid my hair

Percocet got me sittin' like a chair, schyeah

I'm a dog, I don't motherfuckin' care

Got  ten hoes sittin' in the lair

Pourin' drank in the drop like the mayor, schyeah

Got a vibe, tryna have an affair

Brought her out, then I get another pair

Tell her lead me up them stairs, schyeah

[Chorus]

I got me a natural lil' bitch, I'll fuck that lil' ho on her B-Day

I'ma walk on stage, my eyes so red, yeah, fuck what she say

I been on the E-way, bitch, come on the G-way

She wanna put on my chain, yeah, she wanna fuck on my DJ

Let it go like a relay, fuck her mouth, I don't do dates

All this money, I'm big paid, buy Richie a new Wraith

Oh yeah, give my opps they due dates

Crash out for the gang, hol' up, crash out for a mixtape

Have you fuck on my peers, I'ma hit all the gears

Have you switchin' your lips, yeah, she got all the skills

And I'm still on the hill, yeah, I'm still in The Hills

We ain't missed a meal, we ain't missed a mil'

We ain't missed a meal, we ain't missed a mil'