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Young Nudy – Since When (feat. 21 Savage)




[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I know they don’t like me
They scared to come try me
They scared to come try me
You try me, I got it
You know that I got it
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know I’mma pop it
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
My nigga we drop shit
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
You know that we pop shit
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
Zone 6, nah forreal’ nigga
Nigga like to sell cocaine and go kill nigga
Trick nigga we rob niggas, nah forreal’ nigga
EA, what’s the deal nigga? I’m the deal nigga
King of the fuckin’ hill nigga
Top of the ‘partment, young nigga, boy forreal’ nigga
Toe tag, catch a body at a young age
AKs, SKs, .38, throw a wait
Glock-9 on wait
Y’all niggas dying wit’ plate
Shit was crazy back in the day
Y’all cannot last a day
Shit was crazy in my ‘partment
You can ask my nigga Tre
Young nigga spraying that thang’
Young nigga havin’ a K
Robbin’ shit everyday
I swear we weren’t havin’ our way
Really weren’t havin’ our way
But we was jus’ doin’ our thing

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I know they don’t like me
They scared to come try me
They scared to come try me
You try me, I got it
You know that I got it
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know I’mma pop it
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
My nigga we drop shit
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
You know that we pop shit
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I keep a chopstick
One in the head, I already caught it
One to the head, call up the coroner tell him to mark it
Y’all niggas cappin’, y’all niggas faggots, y’all like to chump dick
4L gang, really a savage I’m not with that opp shit
Say he want smoke, you don’t want no smoke, you runnin’ to 12
I kept me a Glock, I had to do 5 when I was 12
I’m silent nigga, keep it 100, yeah I’m Shell
He caught a body, he kept it 100, he made bail
I got so many niggas down to roll nigga everybody gotta touch green
Y’all niggas be talkin’ like hoes nigga ain’t nann nigga touch me
Got 500 shots in hotbox, we ain’t nun but 4 deep
Every time we pull up we wackin’ shit, nigga ain’t like the police

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I know they don’t like me
They scared to come try me
They scared to come try me
You try me, I got it
You know that I got it
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know I’mma pop it
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
My nigga we drop shit
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
You know that we pop shit
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)




Lud Foe – Fallin’ Out Lyrics




It’s so mothafuckin hot i catch a tan in this bitch
Like a mailman i’m poppin rubber bands in this bitch
We be on that hot shit so don’t get fanned in this bitch
Left the club with her but she came with her man in this bitch
I’m so mothafuckin high that i can’t stand in this bitch
You a mothafuckin lie you say i ran from some shit
Prolly run off on the plug, prolly run off with his drugs, nigga run up on me wrong so he ran into some slugs
And I’m prolly in the club if he ask is we some thugs
No security with me cause bitch we deep and we got guns
He was chasing me ain’t know i brought my sack into the club
Play with me and mine lotta niggas die in cold blood
When i hit the spot bet they lettin out that Red Rum
Run up in yo spot green beams on all our guns
She got expensive taste have my dick all on her gums
Boy they buildings vacant lots shit cause I’m from the slums
Fill a nigga up with this hot shit, bitch you better not run
Thought it was a fair fight he ain’t know i had my gun
Fucked her on the first night and she caught my first son
Are you the toughest nigga in the crowd? Then you the first one
Aye Lil Stewie these hoes starstruck they say i do some
You a broke nigga petty ass use a coupon
It’s just me and Yae pull up on yo j with 2 guns
We ain’t aimin at yo legs bitch we aimin at yo head bitch, i’m eatin good i’m fed bitch, that Tropicana shit red bitch, niggas in the house on that scared shit, you hidin under that bed bitch
Vacay with my AK with my feet all in that sand bitch
You know i’m on a walk up with a drum like i’m playin in a band bitch
I’m so mothafuckin high that i can’t see straight
These bitches see me 3-D and they press replay
I’m a shooter nigga i should be on EA
Choppa in the front seat that’s my new bae
You trippin boy you better tie yo shoelace
F&N pencil bullets don’t get erased
If my bitch get outta line she get replaced
I scratch you off the list yea I hit the backspace
And my bankrolls big like my fanbase
Forensics searchin but they still can’t find the shellcases
Bitch i ball like a cancer patient, I’m the shit boy i’m constipated, i hang around robbers and you can get yo shit confiscated, i’m on the phone with Ben Franklin money my conversation, I shoot ya chest and ya leg ya head ugly combination, they mad cause we made it they hatin use it for motivation, I live in the fast lane my life is a celebration
I just bought a brand new choppa a baby K
I run up in a nigga house broad day
I been at the finish line but yall late
The judge want me locked down behind them tall gates
Fuck these bitches i just want the money!
I was sellin snow & it was sunny!
I take my time and wrap em like a mummy!
No Hilfiger but i got my Tommy!
Yo time is runnin out cock my Glock and brung it out
They don’t come outside cause they hidin they ain’t comin out
This Big Mac with a lot of fries ain’t no runnin out
I’m so mothafuckin hot bitches see me and start fallin out
Gaaaang gang


Kid Ink – F With U (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign)


[Intro: Kid Ink]
Let’s go
I’ve been tryna get over you
Hitmaker!
Baby, uh huh
Baby, you already know what I’m tryna do
Oh yeah
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Hot box, drop top the ‘Rari
Hop out, night life, I’m sorry (Skrrt)
Red bull, mix that Bacardi
You know we likes to party
Na, na, na, na, wheels up on the jet
La, la, la, la roll up after sex
I’m just here to find you round the way
I’m just here to find, oh yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Oh yeah, down to the core yeah
Couldn’t tell you better than I show ya
Been trying so hard to ignore the
Way you make that clap, Nola, Nola
See you curve in a stack in your frame girl
Dip swerve then I’m back in your lane girl
Keep that ass up all night, restless
I just finger roll and finesse it
Straight up no time for the extras
Know you been through it but fuck all your exes, aww yeah
The way you been lookin’ so sexy, I might just let you take some pics in my necklace, aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
Please believe me
I ain’t talking Vegas when I say I’ll take you to the Venetian
Getting high, red eye on the PJ
Touchdown top floor in the PH
I know you hear us loud on the PA
What I’m on give her game like EA
Ease up, baby give me a little leeway
But make sure you keep it in motion
Wake up and know we get straight to memosas, aww yeah
Be on the first thing smokin’
Or you, if you down, drop the roof, see me coastin’ aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you


Gucci Mane – Nonchalant


[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on athletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me Forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley bracelets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defensive
They love me like kids love Christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love from the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant


Gucci Mane – Nonchalant (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)


[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on athletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me Forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley bracelets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defensive
They love me like kids love Christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love from the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant


Gucci Mane – Nonchalant Lyrics


[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on atheletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley braclets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defenseless
They love me like its lil christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love form the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Produced By Mike WiLL Made It]


P Money –


[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 1]
Yo, I don’t play, this is not EA
Minimum wage? Promoter, behave
Make sure I’ve got a rider onstage
And three hotel rooms, prepaid
Got a big lyric called “what did he say?”
When I start it, the crowd say “what did he say?”
But I don’t repeat it on the third line
But I hit ’em with the fourth like “what did he say?”
Cause I’m grimy when I’m rhyming with my hood up
In quick time and when I ride in, I get a pull-up
If it’s a hype ting, we’ll slide in when I pull up
DM sliding when I glide in, skrrt, pull up
I does this, then man shoulda, woulda, coulda
I got clarity, dem man dududududu
I’m P Money in a snapback and my hood up
But I’m Wiley to every single girl that I stood up, cause

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 2]
Yo, fam, let me tell you why I’m nang
Probably the first grime man in Japan
Every single MC that clashed me ran
Left with their girlfriends, I left with their fans
Money Over Everyone, yeah, that was me
Put together dubstep and grime, that was me
Bosnia, Russia, Australia, Croatia
Can’t forget Germany, bro, that was me
If you wanna spar me, you are barmy, you need an army
You ain’t dark, G, can’t dark me cause I’m a darkie
Can’t harm me, run up, charge me or disarm me
I’m old school but I ain’t Atari, bro, wallahi
My conservative labour works more than a party
Nah, G, on my own, I was calling the party
Humble with it, but I’ll get a D Double rewind
If you might see me go back to being nasty

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 3]
Like yo, let me tell you why I’m cold
Made a lot of bangers, [?]
“Slang Like This”, man, you already know
“10/10” now, you already know
Younger than them but I was one of the seniors
Badded up festivals and I done arenas
They ain’t even done this and they was on a major
I ain’t even dropped no album, idiots
Zim zimma, I was getting bigger and bigger
They couldn’t say I weren’t the winner when I got in the bimmer
They can’t buy my style, I’ll six-figure the bidder
They call me chinchilla cause I’ll put their chin on a chiller, it’s mad
Are you hearing the way I’ve been flowing? It’s mad
All the rates and the raves I’ve been going, it’s mad
Lowkey at the show so we go in the back
When your chick picks me up, we go in the back

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes


Yo Gotti & Moneybagg Yo – Prayers (2Federal Mixtape)


[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Real niggas don’t argue
Rich niggas don’t bargain
Choppers answer to the problems
Choppers answer to the problems
Haters gone and the plug came
I guess god answered my prayers
Stayed down ’til the money came
I guess god answered my prayers

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Got my shirt off with my chains on
I’m street as hell, can’t you tell?
Sent your money off, go and came back
And god answered your prayers
We in [?], me and CEO
On a private jet, ’bout to take off
I ain’t really with the back and forth talk
50 in the Glock, Zach Randolph
Got up off my ass
Had to make sacrifices just to see my people rich
Lil nigga got some killers with me
I’m G’d up, I’m on my own dick
Nigga rich, that’s a cold kit
She fucked your dog, that’s a cold bitch
In the game like EA
Diamonds lemonade, no Minute Maid
Don’t want to hear that you fuck with me now
Cause you ain’t fuck with me when I was fucked up
Fucked around and ran my bucks up
Yeah my baby mama ‘nem lucked up
God bless ’em nigga, amen
I got white neighbors where I stay man
I can see the money clear now
Spent a couple thou on some Ray Bans

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Real niggas don’t argue
Rich niggas don’t bargain
Choppers answer to the problems
Choppers answer to the problems
Haters gone and the plug came
I guess god answered my prayers
Stayed down ’til the money came
I guess god answered my prayers
Beefin’ with me and you still living
God answered your prayers
You my baby mama and I’m a rich nigga
Guess god answered your prayers
You fucked up and hit a lick nigga
God answered your prayers
You in this rap shit and you a street nigga
God answered your prayers

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Stayed down ’til I came up
Watched a fuck nigga change up
We all thuggin’, can’t blame us
Don’t need pussy niggas, they shame us
Guess [?] got all gangster
Once a nigga got famous
Don’t get the shit twisted
20 million later, still gon’ shoot that banger
Poppin’ pills, going to sleep
Waking up, tryna deal with my anger
Fallin’ out with my homeboys
Feel more comfortable ’round strangers
Pull the Lamb up to the clipboard
Got the jet waiting in the hanger
With a whole bunch of hood niggas with me
Ready to kill, how could you blame ’em?
Playin’ with me and you still breathing
Well god answered your prayers
Know the game got layers
Fuck your bitch, that’s a layup
Never catch a nigga later
Nigga better get his weight up
Play with me ain’t safe bruh
Get your grandmammy’s shit sprayed up

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Real niggas don’t argue
Rich niggas don’t bargain
Choppers answer to the problems
Choppers answer to the problems
Haters gone and the plug came
I guess god answered my prayers
Stayed down ’til the money came
I guess god answered my prayers
Beefin’ with me and you still living
God answered your prayers
You my baby mama and I’m a rich nigga
Guess god answered your prayers
You fucked up and hit a lick nigga
God answered your prayers
You in this rap shit and you a street nigga
God answered your prayers


RiFF RaFF – F*ck Em All (feat. Quavo & DJ Paul) letras

October 25, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
This is a TY exclusive

[Hook: DJ Paul]
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Cheap shots gon’ get you thrown in the trash can
I only fuck with girls with a spray tan
I rock gazelle, you be rocking Ray Bands
I stay away from haters and I stay away from drama
I might ball for 8 years like Obama
I might sing more hooks than Madonna
1999 I was swimming with pirañas
Used to do coke with killers on my doorstep
Used to play football like Tony Dorsett
I was 8th grade but I wanna get paid
16 years old talking bout candy sprayed
Fuck how you live and fuck all of your traditions
23 inches and I’m thinking Expedition
I’m talking bout a Ford and my life’s getting bored
I already had it all but I still wanna ball
2016 and I’m still doing drugs
Still ready to die that’s why my papa pulled the plug
Fuck this life I’m sipping syrup in my Sprite
I ain’t got one but my brother got a 6 pack
Fuck around with me and your head getting cracked
Never been a gangster or in a gang
But I can AR-15 with perfect aim

[Hook: DJ Paul]
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I don’t fuck with these haters this fuck ’em all
Stick the K up they anal then fuck ’em all
They always braggers, I’m always up in the mall
Trigger ball, daily shopping sprees for me? That’s a law
Knocking back with a pound of green? That’s a law
Glass tables, razor blades cut the strong
I’m staying raw, staying raw, I’m staying raw
DJ Paul is a dog, live like an outlaw
Fuck your broad like a dog while she tickle my balls
Skeeted all in her jaws while she licked on my balls
I done kinda done it all
Dirty south nigga been breaking laws
Been rich like I been hit the ball
Ball sold over 30 million, [???]

[Hook: DJ Paul]
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all

[Verse 3: Quavo]
I shoulda played for the Georgia Bulldogs
Little dirty country nigga playing with the hogs
When I’m in the kitchen get a million missed calls
Big boy strapped running from the red dogs
I’m havin extras
Play with the block like Tetris
If she want some extras
I gotta fuck all on her bestie
The way I be balling, somebody give me an ESPY
Your favorite rapper, he be calling my phone begging for the recipes
Yeah, that way, I told ’em get it off of Ebay
Yeah, that way, your bitch favorite album 3 Way
I’m in game like EA
High life when the replay
Bought a bitch a brand new back now she walk around thinking it’s a free day

[Hook: DJ Paul]
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all
Fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all, fuck ’em all