Fusta

Screw them
Fu-Screw them
Yeah

Fuck them, skinny bitches, think they know me, but I got a whip
They don’t know what to make up, shut your fuckin' mouth
I show my angel face and they wanna see me in little clothes
Call me by my name or don’t call me baby, I don’t like anything

I don’t like anything, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, nah, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, nah, nah

Get out of my fucking way, move aside
Hey, no way, dude, get out and sleep with me
He asked me to sing, says he sounds divine
They see me and say: Oh my God
Your dog friends wanna see me up close

Especially when I’m thirsty
My pupils betray me, but they also delight
Especially when they dilate and I get violent
I know my flow is expensive, but it’s not for sale, yeah, yeah

Fuck them, skinny bitches, think they know me, but I got a whip
They don’t know what to make up, shut your fuckin' mouth
I show my angel face and they wanna see me in little clothes
Call me by my name or don’t call me baby, I don’t like anything

I don’t like anything, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, nah, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, nah, nah

Outfit on point and still not an invitation
They’re intimidated by my bad reputation
Look, I keep it real, don’t waste my time
Ew, as if, I was too much for you, I’m sorry

I accept your apologies, but only in cash
I need money, not boys, so don’t kill my vibe
When they get to know me, I don’t leave their mind
They want me to be theirs, but I’m only mine
Fuck them (Fuck them, fu-fuck them)

Fuck them, skinny bitches, think they know me, but I got a whip
They don’t know what to make up, shut your fuckin' mouth
I show my angel face and they wanna see me in little clothes
Call me by my name or don’t call me baby, I don’t like anything

I don’t like anything
(No, no) I don’t like anything
I don’t like— (bless your fuckin' fighter)
Fighter (I don’t like anything)