Lil Baby – F U 2x Lyrics

F U 2x

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"F U 2x." - Lil Baby

Thursday, 17 September 2026, 07:36 am

Album: WHAM (Extended Version)

Track No: 03

Yeah, everybody with me got motion, duh
Moshpit, Baby, open it up (Yeah, yeah)
5 in the morning, open the club (Let's go)
Ran out of ones, so I'm throwin' a dub (Fuckin' 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 (Heard)
Question of the day, do I still sell drugs? (Do what?)
Hell yeah, motherfucker, 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)
**** think he runnin' off with mine, good luck
She know she the one, but I barely even call (Yeah)
Fake good bitch, so I treat her like a dog
All fly shit, you won't catch her in the mall
Real dream team, each set huggin' ball
Twenty foreign cars, I ain't never gotta walk
Billion dollar lawyer, I ain't never gotta talk
Streets love me, ain't never fallin' off
Bought a Cartier bracelet, she don't never take 'em off
Claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife (Ooh)
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, fuck your life (Lil' boy)
All she want, a young **** to fuck her right (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Yeah, all money and no emotion, yeah (Yes, sir)
"Can't be fucked with," my slogan, yeah (Yes, sir)
Trap house bunkin', that's brodie, yeah (That's brodie)
Make another hundred, I'm focused, yeah (I'm focused)
Shawty rockin' with me, she hold the pack
White shit, thick like Doja Cat
Fuckin' up the money, you wrong for that (Stupid)
Comin' through trim, we known for that (I do it)
You don't know another **** like this, I'm him (Yes, sir)
I ain't fuckin' with these bitches, 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)
Ridin' 'round the city with a chop' and a F&N
Cross that line, shit not gon' end (I ain't lyin')
I been T'd up, took my first lil' ten
She was ridin' in a Uber till I put her in the Benz (Big dog)
Real livin' legend, I had million dollar spots (You want)
Cocaine water, baking soda in the pot (Whip up)
Whole lot of pounds, we ain't never runnin' out
Goin' Baby land crazy, six thousand a pop (Come trim)
Whole lot of hatin', **** hopin' that you flop
Ol' broke-ass ****, you need to go and get a job (Broke)
Knowin' that your bitches started workin' with the cops (Can't stop)
Talkin' to these bitches, that's the reason he got robbed
Claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife (Ooh)
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, fuck your life (Lil' boy)
All she want, a young **** to fuck her right (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Fuck ya twice, P
I tell ya, tell ya

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones & Hampton Sallee III.

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