F**k Yo DJ (Explicit)

F**k Yo DJ (Explicit) - OverDoz./A$AP Ferg

Written by：Ricci Riera/Brett Bailey/Curtis Price/Christopher Sanford/Jess Willard/Kent Jamz/Axel Morgan/Darold Ferguson Jr/Charles Kidd Jr

F**k yo deejay

It's all about my producer

All my niggas looking at commas commas commas

Trynna

We ain't stopping stopping stoppin'

We got gold niggas

No fuuf niggas

All my niggas are lockin up what they believe in

Give a f**k what you think is the truth

Ni**a I don't got no limits I'm 'bout it 'bout it 'bout it

But no b**ch in me but the b**ch in her say she feelin' me and

I don't doubt prolly 'cause the last ni**a I seen

We dem niggas and you know this yup

Still can't trust a b**ch is our motive nope

All these b**ches getting tricky I know this yup

Niggas saying we ain't getting money they bogus nope

'Cause my producer my producer my producer my producer

F**k yo deejay

F**k yo deejay

F**k yo deejay

Yea f**k em'

And them hoes to that don't love 'em

Get turnt up when I'm up in the function

Jumpin' jumpin' jumpin' jumpin'

F**k 'em yo producer and yo mixtape

5'9 walk around like you 6'8

I ain't worried bout nothin' my sh*t straight

Kick a b**ch to the curb if she can't pay tax

I ain't waitin' on obama

Spent that last month on marijuana

These niggas don't want no problem

I put that on my mothaf**kin' momma

Took a flick with yo b**ch yea you see me

Got a couple young niggas wanna be me

My sh*t bang got it on repeat

'Cause my producer producer my producer my producer

Walk in the club my linguine

Pushin' b**ches out I got weewee

Eat that p**sy in the club like a panini

A couple haters in the back they can look

But they don't see me

I got alot of herbs

Mom and daddy got a lot of drugs she hidin'

Tony montana when he off a lot of blow

When they stoppin' OverDoz

I be sippin' Tylenol

F**k yo deejay

I'm walkin' in this club all alone

I'm f**kin' bumping and hoping the DJ playing my song

I feel like I'm in a movie when he be playin' my song

I hope these gangstas be killin' niggas that

My deejay going crazy

Bumping so hard almost had me a baby

Got me bumping and grinding like I be back in the 80's

Feeling like when he was driving mercedes

I'm sipping hennessy like 2Pac

But me and yo b**ch in the drop taking two shots

F**k yo deejay

I ain't got time for these b**ches

And I don't got time for these broke a** niggas

I ain't got time for these b**ches

And I don't got time for these broke a** niggas

I ain't got time for these b**ches

And I don't got time for these broke a** niggas

I ain't got time for these b**ches

And I don't got time for these broke a** niggas

I don't do coke I bought it for the models

In the VIP pourin' codeine bottle after bottle

Singin' f**k yo deejay f**k yo deejay

All I do is daydream about pirate green

Trynna make rihanna my baby mama

Spent yo rent on my chains

Bust a rock I take shots of codeine and I promise

I ain't got time for these b**ches

And I don't got time for these broke a** niggas

I ain't got time for these b**ches

And I don't got time for these broke a** niggas

I ain't got time for these b**ches

And I don't got time for these broke a** niggas

I ain't got time for these b**ches

And I don't got time for these broke a** niggas

In the VIP singing all day with my niggas like

F**k yo deejay f**k yo deejay

Singing with my homies off key like f**k yo deejay f**k yo deejay

F**k yo deejay

F**k yo deejay