F*ck Ya'll N****s

I'm like, "Really"

(Man)

F****ck ya'll ****

(Straight up)

F****ck ya'll ****

(You too) Walk with me, look

Won't walk around with my head down

Why? I promise I'm gon' be the trillest one until I die

Fuck you ****, bye

All I need is God, and it's "Whatever, bitch" and you can see it in my eye

I ride solo, only thing that be up in my ride

Is my .45, watch it glide on these chrome tires

Smilin' in my face and wanna take my place

Backstabbers, hold up a minute, wait

And you probably got guns, probably got cake

But let me tell you something, fuckin' with me ain't safe

Trust? I don't play 'bout that, that gangster stuff? I stay 'bout that

No fiction here, I'm statin' facts

And all I got to say 'bout that is

Smilin' in my face, I know they wanna take my place

(F****ck ya'll ****)

But I don't say, "What up, y'all ****?"

'Cause I don't really trust y'all ****

I'm feelin' like, "F****ck ya'll ****"

F****ck ya'll ****

Man, f****ck ya'll ****

F****ck ya'll ****

Look, look

Fuck you, fuck you, with no rubber

Big long dick, it's been a long-ass struggle

After all that hustlin' and all that trouble

After all those lawyers, we spent all that money

And we still all Gucci, yep, all of us

I got a lotta haters, long as my **** love me

Judgment, hit Instagram and try to hurt your boy

Fuck it, make sure they kill your ass to work your boy

I go purp bizarre, you know who I are

Quarter-million dollar car, I am not a star

And that's just how I feel and you know what it is

I'ma tell you to your face when I see you, man

(Fuck 'em)

Smilin' in my face, I know they wanna take my place

But I don't say, "What up, y'all ****?"

'Cause I don't really trust y'all ****

I'm feelin' like, "F****ck ya'll ****"

(F****ck ya'll ****)

Man, f****ck ya'll ****

(F****ck ya'll ****)

(F****ck ya'll ****)

Look, if the fed all talkin' to you then I might be

You ain't gotta like me and you don't wanna fight me

But I done got too old for that

Disrespect me and I'll knock you out your soul for that

Hoes for that, throwin' slangs and so girly, like

Man, I put my thing up on your pearly whites

You heard this, you heard that, you probably heard like

A million things, you better make sure that you heard right

Like, "I'ma have a throne till I'm dead and gone"

And my bread still on, God, you heard wrong

I'm still ridin' on chrome, get my swerve on

So get off my dick, bitch, and go play with your cellphone

Smilin' in my face, I know they wanna take my place

But I don't say, "What up, y'all ****?"

'Cause I don't really trust y'all ****

I'm feelin' like, "F****ck ya'll ****"

(F****ck ya'll ****)

Man, f****ck ya'll ****

(F****ck ya'll ****)

F****ck ya'll ****