Dylan Skyler - For Fun Lyrics

[Intro: Dylan Skyler]AyFalling for my old waysMan, I miss the old daysI don’t do no old hoesThey just for the whole gangAll my lotties go both waysShe suck it, I’m twisting my toes ayYou fuck with the gang we go apeFlock at that body we don’t play[Verse: Dylan Skyler]Ay don’t talk to me when I stunt hey (fflrrt)Im on the grind like trucks (ya dig, fflrrt)They just gon hate when you up (yea, fflrrt)They vexed, they giving a fuck (yea, fflrrt)You chat too much shut the fuck up (fflrrt)He capped now he in the trunk (trunk, fflrrt)You yap, nigga you done (ya done, fflrrt)He tight, and he out of luck (yea fflrrt)I don’t rap, nigga I talk (thats right, fflrrt)Hop on the mic and muhfuckin dump (thats right, fflrrt)Rolling that pack, smoking that skunk (thats right, fflrrt)Need all that smoke tryna fuck up my lungs (fflrrt)Man, look at that boy he broke what the fuck (fflrrt)We don play his songs cause that nigga suck (fflrrt)I don’t go to war with ya’ll niggas ya’ll scrubs (fflrrt)Only fuck with the Bellas, never the bugs (fflrrt)She staring me down, she falling in love (fflrrt)I just wanna chill but she wanna fuck (fflrrt)Pull out the blick, now it’s up ay (ay, uh, fflrrt)I fuck your bitch for fun (thats right, fflrrt)She bussed and I ain’t even cum (thats right, fflrrt)Would of thought that bitch was a nun (thats right, fflrrt)She be spinning the block like its nun (jump, fflrrt, go)I ain’t worried bout your block cause we spun (uh, yeah)I ain’t worried bout an opp cause they buns (uh, lets go)We don’t have to rob none of you niggas (uh)We be doing the shit for the funs (uh, jump, damn)Bitch I’m forcing my hand fuck a gun (uh)Man I’m walking this shit fuck a run (uh)Bitch I’m flossing this shit fuck a stunt (uh)Jackie Chan wit the kick its a punt (wuhtah)Whats that smell (go)I think it’s Runtz (uh)Whats that noise (uh)I think its grunts (uh, uh, uh, uh,)Skirt, swerve out the lot, Psh, psh, pshThe bank got punched (ha)Catch me on bully we taking your lunch (taking it)Pockets full call it Brady like bunch (yuh)Put Chrome Hearts on my Bella, Sturt (strut)And when she strut, she be looking up (yeah)Up up up up-ity up (up, up)Up up you look up and we stuck (up)Only looking down when I’m digging her gutsIf I’m looking down then I’m giving a fuckShawty love her a stepper, uhI just tell her how I tell her, ayMight turn her into a Bella, ellaNeed me an umbrella, ay (Ella, ella)Splash, Fillay (splash)Splash like I’m Curry but I don’t layGet that shit out of my face (outta my face)I feel like I’m Iverson with the fadeLike I do not practice, I play (I don’t practice, I play)I came out side to playIm stepping everyday, bihStepping everyday, I’m stepping everydayHold up, what, step whatHold up, what, step whatHold up, what, step whatHold up, what, step what (Go)Hold up, what, step whatHold up, what, step whatHold up