Young Dro - FDB (Remix) Lyrics (Feat. T.I.)

Young Dro – FDB (Remix) Lyrics (Feat. T.I. & , Trinidad Jame$, French Montana)

[Intro: Young Dro]
West Side Bankhead is where I’m from
Everything y’all did has been done
My Trew game and my shoe game
You can’t touch that sh*t

[Hook: Young Dro]
Bitch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch, f*ck that b*tch
B*tch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch, f*ck that b*tch
B*tch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Biatch… b*tch – f*ck that b*tch like Too $hort
My whole crew hit, f*ck you thought?
Bum b*tch smokin’ that Newport
Hoe keep talkin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Man, f*ck that b*tch
Hoe told you she ain’t f*ck me?
Man, I f*cked that b*tch
Why you mad I ain’t give you stacks?
Why you mad I ain’t call you back?
I ain’t buy you that, I ain’t fly you back
Hoe aspects, that ain’t how you act
Now that b*tch keep talkin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
F*ck that, f*ck that b*tch
Hoe keep tellin’ you “trust me”
Man, I don’t trust that b*tch
Coke Boys, South Bronx, that’s where I’m from
That fly sh*t my niggas talk has never been done
My shoe game is on Hammertime – can’t touch that sh*t
Hoe keep talkin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Man, f*ck that b*tch

[Hook: Young Dro]
Bitch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch, f*ck that b*tch
B*tch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch, f*ck that b*tch
B*tch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
I’mma go three… stupid on the remix
I’mma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix
I’m a Bankhead nigga, so I’m straighter than a penis
If you try to West Side, I’mma let off like semen
Ice got me anemic, walkin’ up in Nieman’s
And every time I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed
My baby mama mad my girl look like a genie
I’ve got racks like Venus, 20 stacks in…
Bread like panini, eat steaks and zucchini
With your broad in Tahiti, spaghetti string bikini
I don’t spit on tracks, I throw up on ‘em like bulimic
Pardon, my “High Tymes” album a problem

[Hook: Young Dro]
Bitch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch, f*ck that b*tch
B*tch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch, f*ck that b*tch
B*tch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch

[Verse 3: T.I.]
…and the yacht match the Rollie, ice like a hockey player
Kick it like a soccer player, niggas hatin’ like a goalie
Long neck, group s*x all your b*tch got for me
We’ve been walkin’ under stars since midnight, homie
Had a shorty, pu*sy, hit it like a fistfight, homie
My d*ck only know what she kiss like, homie
See the molly got her goin’, you be callin’, she ignorin’
I went balls-deep in her, nigga, you ain’t even know it
Blowin’ Headband, strongest in the land
Say you hit it, so you ain’t the only nigga can
She wanna be a freak, you wanna be a man
Get head in a Coupe, s*x in a Sprinter van
Runnin’ full-court game, no one-on-one
Take that doll, hit her one-on-one
Ain’t nothin’ else to do, she wanna c*m for fun
I’m by myself, hop, run, no one
Nigga she want me like Givenchy
In a presendential suite, nigga, me on three
Why they call me “P*ssy Pumper”, nigga, she gon’ see
Like she gon’ see, like she gon’ see…
Okay, Hustle Gang, nigga, only thing I wear
Oh yeah, and…
And… you know me, hoe
Know where I’m from, know where I rep

[Hook: Young Dro]
Bitch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch, f*ck that b*tch
B*tch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch, f*ck that b*tch
B*tch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch

[Verse 4: Trinidad James]
Southside Clay. Co., that’s where I’m from
I’m on these red bottoms, Rick Owens…
I’ve been rockin’ them Jordans
I said now AG, compound – give me money, I’ll throw it
My hair’s luxurious – your shit ain’t growin’ (lame)
I’ve got a smile on my face like Dro’s old cover
F*ck you b*tch on the couch, no cover
Nigga f*ck your couch, I’m Rick James, brother
She a super freak, she don’t like no rubbers
Fuck you, nigga, then f*ck your cousin
For some shoes and a couple hundreds
I thought you knew, let me teach you somethin’
She’ll suck me and kiss you like it ain’t nothin’
…that bitch cold – nigga, now you know
You hold onto pus*y (lame) I’ve pussy on hold (pimp)
I get a whole lot of pussy, nigga, after my show
Red, black and white girls… yeah, them Trinidad’s hoes

[Hook: Young Dro]
Bitch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch, f*ck that b*tch
B*tch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch, f*ck that b*tch
B*tch that hollerin’ ‘bout “f*ck me?”
Nah, f*ck that b*tch

[Lyrics to FDB (Remix) by Young Dro (Feat. T.I. & , Trinidad Jame$, French Montana)]