Fuck 'Em

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
If it ain't about me or my team, nigga, I'm screaming fuck 'em
Fuck these snitches, we counting riches
I be on your block with the clutch back bussing off screaming fuck 'em
Fuck 'em, you niggas ain't on nothing
I don't give two fucks about these feds so I'm screaming fuck 'em
Nigga think I want his bitch, but she ain't worth fucking
When I got hollows in the clip, niggas better start ducking

Niggas thinking that they rich, homie
On my astroturf, I'll get you pitched, homie
You can call me anytime, I can switch a Roley
My money's going up, we in the lift, homie
When I hit the jackpot, I screamed out "Bingo"
I came through with all white hair, she was looking like Sisqo
And my two white girls, man they're looking like bimbos
My OT teens say they're loving my lingo
Yeah they scream that (Streets)
Yeah I know Reks, my clip's got 32 teeth
My niggas don't play, keep the semi auto on the backseat
And when your skin gets peeled, have a nigga looking like a tanned G
Chill

(Young Capone)
Loading up the MAC, I'm tryna kill somebody
100 Round drum in the rusty
Moving like Jim Brown, shower posse
Real bossy, sip Courvoisi, grip the shotty
No violations, get a nigga whacked
Roll up, me and Squeaks, we'll be squeezing straps
Everything designer, talking Christian Geiger
Lazer on the lighter, leaving no survivors
Eating French bread in the south of France
With an Asian thick bitch from Pakistan
I phone up Little Z, get that yout zapped
I whip a nine of raw to a brick of crack
It's never subliminals when we're sending shots
Make his heart stop when the semi pops
I know shooters down in Woburnstone, get to know
MAC with more sweets than a corner store
Niggas wanna act, better know your role
Up close, headshot, leave your brains exposed
I'm counting 50 racks like fuck a job
All my niggas mafias, this the mob
Armani three piece suit, nigga
Beef who? I hula-hoops wigs, nigga
You don't wife that bitch? All my niggas beat that nigga
Niggas don't ask about shit, you're some police arse nigga

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
If it ain't about me or my team, nigga, I'm screaming fuck 'em
Fuck these snitches, we counting riches
I be on your block with the clutch back bussing off screaming fuck 'em
Fuck 'em, you niggas ain't on nothing
I don't give two fucks about these feds so I'm screaming fuck 'em
Nigga think I want his bitch, but she ain't worth fucking
When I got hollows in the clip, niggas better start ducking