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Fu*k Da Industry Song Description
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Fu*k Da Industry Song Credit
Album The Last Slimeto (2022)
Singer NBA YoungBoy
Produced By JB Sauced Up, D-Roc, 17OnDaTrack
Written By 17OnDaTrack, D-Roc, JB Sauced Up, YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Fu*k Da Industry Lyrics
Look (17, 17)
I told him i'll blow this out
D-Roc, D-Roc
Look
Painted my convertible
Still ain't looking like i'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores
Still look like i'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes
Still gon' send them fu*king hitters
Know i be on hella dope
Still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah! pu$$y n!ggas can't still keep up with me
Yeah! he been killing sh!t
But still can't fu*k with me
Yeah! i got slimes that bang that fire
But still gone shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, No
I'm on dope, Dope, Dope
I don't let sh!t go
I say, "No, No, No"
I just bought a brand new glock
And it ain't come up out the store
If an opp try to block me off
I shoot this b!tch right on the road
I keep drugs inside my body
And won't lеt them take my soul
Uhh! uhh! dope a$$
N!gga look likе he selling dope, Huh? (A$$)
Pistol toting a$$ n!gga
Keep that pole, Huh! (Keep that)
Check his swag, He act bad with these hoes, Huh!
(With these, Aah!)
Killed that n!gga about that dissing
Bet they know now
He want just be like his cousin meechy
Real fu*king slime
He want be just like that n!gga yeezy
He want rolls huh! (He want rolls)
He just want be real fu*king shiesty
Like his uncle, Huh? (Like his unc')
He just want be real fu*king icey like he santa son
He say he don't wanna be nobody
He wanna be lil top (Be me)
He say he don't give a fu*k about it
Just give him the guap (Nah, For real)
He say, "Why all could make an album about it
Just don't fu*king try"
Get the fu*king industry on your side
You still gone die
Painted my convertible
Still ain't looking like i'm richer (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Dior fit straight out the stores
Still look like i'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes
Still gone send them fu*king hitters
Know i be on hella dope
Still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah! pu$$y n!ggas can't still keep up with me
Yeah! he been killing sh!t
But still can't fu*k with me
Yeah! i got slimes that bang that fire
But still gone shoot for free
Twelve can't control me
No, I'm on dope, Dope, Dope
I'm probably fu*king on yo' ho (Fu*king on yo')
No, They can't control me
Probably spit on that lil' ho, Yeah!
Put me back in jail
And i was still in there, On dope
Know that we don't give no fu*k
Try splitting him on the road (Yeah! Yeah!)
That my bro
Who be out the window?
Mike amiri, Know i put it on
Gone get killed if you don't kill me
And i know i made it known
I'ma flex on them, Told the b!tch
"Don't call my phone"
Sent the blitz on them
Run them down like bam, Bam, Bam
Don't give a fu*k about who up here
We could shoot it down (Down)
Don't give a fu*k about if you with it
You a part of the crowd, Clown
You gone die while you up in here
When that blicky make the sound
Probably catch me smoking loud
Riding around and i
Painted my convertible
Still ain't looking like i'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores
Still look like i'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes
Still gone send them fu*king hitters
Know i be on hella dope
Still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah! pu$$y n!ggas can't still keep up with me
Yeah! he been killing sh!t
But still can't fu*k with me
Yeah! i got slimes that bang that fire
but still gone shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, No
I'm on dope, Dope, Dope