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F**k Yo' Set
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Rude One
DJ Rude One
Performer
RXKNephew
RXKNephew
Performer
Christopher Kevon Williams
Christopher Kevon Williams
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rick Feltes
Rick Feltes
Songwriter
Christopher Kevon Williams
Christopher Kevon Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Rude One
DJ Rude One
Producer
Aidan Sigel-Bruse
Aidan Sigel-Bruse
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Fuck your set nigga Fuck your gang nigga Yeah Fuck your hood nigga Fuck your set nigga Fuck your hood boy Broke as shit boy, pocket look like akeyloid I jump out punch you out feel like I'm pee Roy You run around getting underpaid with three boys Fuck your set nigga nigga I'm a whole black air force You a black and mild nigga, nigga on this bitch porch Smoking the wine black she told him Take His shoes off smoke outside, cause He kid trapped I should fire you niggas on my taxes Fuck your set you ain't in my bracket Hollow point turned o.g into Aladdin You owe deuce, deuce bullet head ass nigga You owe built like fif of henny Nigga how you 50 with a 12 Your boy chest You ain't taking things And you ain't going to barbershop for one Shut up, you know your bitch told you come on and clean up Shut up, nigga you the one cooking on Thanksgiving for the fam Shut up, nigga I went draws You won't won pigs Fuck your set I'm getting heated when it's cold out Cocaine so goddamn strong, blowing the nose out It's absolutely probably no reason But I got the pull out I'm mister nephew r.s.k beat the bowl out Shut up Your bitch broke, she running around with her throw out Shut up, I had my bitch pull up, and beat your bitch up My bitch ain't turning down no fades Glock scream louder than d.j holiday I really miss the Thanksgiving, on every holiday I'm not about to get on the beat, and rap like Conway Yeah And I ain't standing in no club drinking no bombay I don't want tequila or no hosay I sold more dope than vast questions And then dancing rodrigas You can call me nephew Escobar I done did so many hand to hands My damn hand gone fall off I dip into my pocket, rip that rubber band off 12 outside you know we having a standoff I'm the one that take that trip put the man's on Bitch I've been trapping since Blackberry and Samsungs Bitch I hug the block harder than Cameron She talking bout a plan b she got the plan wrong Call me mister, get it for the low, and get them gone I'm high as hell This top chef got me like hi on Nigga, fuck your set Look a grown man in his eye, and tell him fuck your set (Fuck your set), do you hear me? fuck your set I beat you the fuck up nigga fuck your set Slap shit out you with a glock nigga, fuck your set Fuck your set, fuck your set, and fuck your set
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