F U 2X Lyrics – Lil Baby

Song Credits

Sone Name	F U 2X
Lead Vocals	Lil Baby
Song Writer	Lil Baby
Music Producer	DJ Champ
Label	Quality Control & Motown Records
Release Date	January 3, 2025
Song Language	English
Copyright ©	Quality Control & Motown Records

Lil Baby – F U 2X Lyrics | WHAM

Yeah, Everybody With Me Got Motion, Yeah
Moshpit, Baby, Open It Up
Five In The Morning, Open The Club (Let’s Go)
Ran Out Of Ones, So I’m Throwin’ A Dub (Fu-ckin’ It Up)
She Know She A Dime, But I Treat Her Like A Dub
Went Around The World, All I Needed Was A Buzz (Oh, Yeah)
Tryna Hang With Us, You Gon’ Have To Have A Plug
Question Of The Day, Do I Still Sell Drugs? (Do What?)
Yeah-yeah, Motherfu-cker, What You Want? Pull Up
I Done Had The Baddest Of The Baddest Put Up
Every Time I Take A Picture, Throw The Hood Up

Every Time It Time To Handle Business, Stood Up (Stacked)
Nigga Think He Runnin’ Off With Mine, Good Luck
She Know She The One, But I Barely Even Call (Yeah)
Fake Good Bi-tch, So I Treat Her Like A Dog
All Fly Shit, You Won’t Catch Her In The Mall
Real Dream Team, Eastside Huggin’ Ball
Twenty Foreign Cars, I Ain’t Never Gotta Walk
Billionaire Dollar Lawyer, I Ain’t Never Gotta Talk
Streets Love Me, Ain’t Never Fallin’ Off
Bought A Cartier Bracelet, She Don’t Never Take ’em Off

Claim To Be A Player, But I Fu-cked Your Wife
You Ain’t Nothin’ To A Real Hitter, Fu-ck Your Life Up (Lil’ Boy)
All She Want, A Young Nigga To Fu-ck Her Right (Oh, Yeah)
Middle Fingers In The Air, Fu-ck Ya Twice (Oh, Yeah)
Middle Fingers In The Air, Fu-ck Ya Twice (Oh, Yeah)
Middle Fingers In The Air, Fu-ck Ya Twice (Oh, Yeah, Oh, Yeah)

Yeah, All Money And No Emotion, Yeah (Yes, Sir)
“Can’t Be Fu-cked With,” My Slogan, Yeah (Yes, Sir)
Trap House Bunkin’, That’s Brodie (That’s Brodie), Yeah
Make Another Hundred, I’m Focused (I’m Focused), Yeah
Shawty Rockin’ With Me, She A Whole Pack
White Shit, Thick Like Doja Cat
Fu-ckin’ Up The Money, You Grown For That
Comin’ Through Trim, We Known For That
You Don’t Know Another Nigga Like This (Like This)
I Ain’t Fu-ckin’ With These Bi-tches, Fell Back, They Weird
Top Tier Women, I Done Had ’em On Film
My Brothers My Brothers, I Don’t Got No Family
Ridin’ ’round The City With The Chop And A Fin
Cross That Line, Shit, Not Gon’ End
I Done T’d Up, Took My First Lil’ Ten
She Was Ridin’ In The Uber ’til I Put Her In The Benz
Real Livin’ Legend, I Had Million Dollar Spots
Cocaine Water, Baking Soda In The Spot (Whip Up)
Whole Lot Of Pounds, We Ain’t Never Runnin’ Out
Goin’ Baby Land Crazy, Six Thousand A Pop
A Whole Lot Of Hatin’, Niggas Hopin’ That You Flop
Ol’ Broke-A*s Nigga, You Need To Go And Get A Job
Knowin’ That The Bi-tches Start Workin’ With The Cops
Talkin’ To These Bi-tches, It’s The Reason He Got Robbed

Claim To Be A Player, But I Fu-cked Your Wife
You Ain’t Nothin’ To A Real Hitter, Fu-ck Your Life Up (Lil’ Boy)
All She Want, A Young Nigga To Fu-ck Her Right (Oh, Yeah)
Middle Fingers In The Air, Fu-ck Ya Twice (Oh, Yeah)
Middle Fingers In The Air, Fu-ck Ya Twice (Oh, Yeah)
Middle Fingers In The Air, Fu-ck Ya Twice (Oh, Yeah, Oh, Yeah)

Fu-ck Ya Twice, P
I Tell Ya (Hahaha), Tell Ya

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