Fucc Cuh – Song and Lyrics by 03 Greedo

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Fucc Cuh’ by 03 Greedo. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 03 Greedo or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

That nigga, oh
She like f*ck that nigga
(Arjayonthebeat)

I got all my enemies, go read about it
Cocaine made a nigga blue
Anybody KKK
Bitch, my plug, my shooter too

Got my lil’ hottie screamin’ out, “Fucc cuh”
Got my lil’ hottie screamin’ out, “Fucc cuh”
Pullin’ drinks, offer more cost than dranks
Got my hottie screamin’ out, “F*ck love”
F*ck love
Screamin’ out, “F*ck love”
F*ck love
Got my hottie screamin’ out, “F*ck love”
Fucc cuh
She be feelin’ like, “F*ck that nigga”
F*ck love
Fucc cuh
F*ck love

Throwin’ her jeans, she throwin’ her beans
Some niggas bang seeds
Some niggas bang peas
Some niggas bang fruits
Some niggas bang trees
I’m hangin’ like grapes, just hit the Georgia Peach
Ah, ah, I, I, I
6-0, 6-9
I deal with my shorty
When I do my grind
Got her feelin’ like, “F*ck that nigga”
Lil’ hottie gon’ bust that trigger
Ah, ah, ayy, ayy
Yeah
I make her squirt, make her spray
Yeah, yeah
I’m in the turf, when she lay
I’m out here makin’ these plays

I got all my enemies, go read about it
Cocaine made a nigga blue
Anybody KKK
Bitch, my plug, my shooter too

Got my lil’ hottie screamin’ out, “Fucc cuh”
Got my lil’ hottie screamin’ out, “Fucc cuh”
Pullin’ drinks, offer more cost than dranks
Got my hottie screamin’ out, “F*ck love”
F*ck love
Screamin’ out, “F*ck love”
F*ck love
Got my hottie screamin’ out, “F*ck love”
Fucc cuh
She be feelin’ like, “F*ck that nigga”

Put my lil’ hoe in some red bottoms (red bottoms)
Free all of my niggas ’cause the feds got ’em (feds got ’em)
I don’t know shit, nigga, I don’t know who shot ’em (Who?)
I don’t know shit, nigga, I don’t know who shot ’em (I don’t know)
She a blood but she f*ck with them cuh niggas (cuh)
I don’t bang, but she wanna come and f*ck niggas (f*ck niggas)
Got a Backwoods and you know it’s stuffed, nigga
Got a Backwoods blunt and it’s stuffed, nigga (gang)
I want all the dough, all the crust, nigga (crust, nigga)
Give me all the dope ‘fore I bust niggas (bah)
You wasn’t with me when I had to take the bus, nigga
So you not comin’ with, now that I’m up, nigga (woo)
Free my nigga Greedo out them cuffs, nigga
Free my brodie Drakeo, that’s a must, nigga (my nigga)
I think I need a bandanna, I’m too cut, nigga
I think I need a bandanna, I’m too cut, nigga

Ah, ah
(Arjay on the beat)
I, I, I
6-0, 6-9
I do my shorty
When I do my grind
Got her feelin’ like, “F*ck that nigga”
Lil’ hottie gon’ bust that trigger
Ah, ah, ayy, ayy
Yeah

“Yeah, we started OTS
Like, OTS it’s pretty much like, a family now”

Long live my nigga Josh, we love you
Josh’s world forever