F U 2x Lyrics – Lil Baby

Read the full F U 2x lyrics by Lil Baby along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Baby’s music, you can also explore Redbone and By Myself, two other songs by Lil Baby.

[Verse 1]
Yeah, everybody with me got motion, yeah
Moshpit, Baby, open it up
Five in the morning, open the club (Let’s go)
Ran out of ones, so I’m throwing a dub (Fu*king it up)
Clean as a whistle, straight from the mud (Real mud)
She know she a dime, but I treat her like a dub
Went around the world, all I needed was a buzz (Oh, yeah)
Tryna hang with us, you gon’ have to have a plug
Question of the day, do I still sell drügs? (Do what?)
Yeah-yeah, motherfu*ker, what you want? Pull up
I done had the baddest of the baddest put up (Okay)
Every time I take a picture, throw the hood up (On God)
Every time it time to handle business, stood up (Stacked)
N!gga think he running off with mine, good luck
She know she the one, but I barely even call, yeah
Fake good b!tch, so I treat her like a dog
All fly s*it, you won’t catch her in the mall
Real dream team, each set hugging ball
Twenty foreign cars, I ain’t never gotta walk
Billionaire dollar lawyer, I ain’t never gotta talk
Streets love me, ain’t never falling off
Bought a Cartier bracelet, she don’t never take ’em off

[Chorus]
Claim to be a player, but I fu*ked your wife (Ooh)
You ain’t nothing to a real hitter, fu*k your life (Lil’ boy)
All she want, a young n!gga to fu*k her right (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fu*k ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fu*k ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fu*k ya twice (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, all money and no emotion, yeah (Yes, sir)
“Can’t be fu*ked with,” my slogan, yeah (Yes, sir)
Trap house bunking, that’s brodie (That’s brodie), yeah
Make another hundred, I’m focused (I’m focused), yeah

Shawty rocking with me, she a whole pack
White s*it, thick like Doja Cat
Fu*king up the money, you wrong for that (Stupid)
Coming through trim, we known for that (I do it)
You don’t know another n!gga like this (Like this)
I ain’t fu*king with these b!tches, fell back, they weird
Top tier women, I done had ’em on film (I tried)
My brothers my brothers, I don’t got no family (Family)
Riding ’round the city with a chop’ and a fin
Cross that line, s*it, not gon’ end (I ain’t lying)
I done T’d up, took my first lil’ ten
She was riding in the Uber ’til I put her in the Benz (Big dog)
Real living legend, I had million dollar spots (You want)
Coc*ine water, baking soda in the spot (Whip up)
Whole lot of pounds, we ain’t never running out
Going Baby land crazy, six thousand a pop (Come trim)
A whole lot of hating, n!ggas hoping that you flop
Ol’ broke-ass n!gga, you need to go and get a job (Broke)
Knowing that your b!tches start working with the cops (ain’t stop)
Talking to these b!tches, it’s the reason he got robbed

[Chorus]
Claim to be a player, but I fu*ked your wife (Ooh)
You ain’t nothing to a real hitter, fu*k your life (Lil’ boy)
All she want, a young n!gga to fu*k her right (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fu*k ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fu*k ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fu*k ya twice (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

[Outro]
Fu*k ya twice, P
I tell ya (Hahaha), tell ya