FUK EM
Lil Yachty, ssgkobe
Yeah
Yeah (brrt)
Hey, hey, hey
If I'm real (real), niggas know what I'm on (yeah)
Take the cards I was dealt (dealt), quick to take a bitch home (home)
My heart never felt (felt) heartbreak, thank God (yeah)
I never left home (home) without my rod (brrt)
Shots out, push the ride (ride), push around my niggas (yeah)
I'm in that west coast, four hunnid milli' (slatt)
I need pills, I need pills for the dealer
He knew how we remixed and he tried to kill us
Fuck 'em (brrt)
That's how I'm feelin', man, fuck all of 'em, fuck 'em (brrt)
Fuck all them niggas, fuck 'em (brrt)
Fuck 'em all
Gang on gang on gang (hey, hey, hey)
She see the diamonds, they dance on my neck, a chandelier (yuh)
All of the niggas that claim they hate me fans of me, yeah
Shawty, she suck it on cam, a new movie, a premiere (yeah, yeah)
They wasn't there from the start, now new niggas start appearing
Hey, listen, that boy he talkin' shit then he went missing
I-I-I got my choppa by my side, I can't risk it
I'm with my princess, CDG on her, she winnin'
She cuff my brother, then talkin' to me
She started shakin' when talkin' to me (yeah)
Doin' a diss 'cause he can't get a feat (yeah)
I need a bag, I'm not talkin' for free, yeah-ooh (yeah)
That's how I'm feelin', man, fuck all of 'em, fuck 'em (yeah-ooh)
Fuck 'em (I need a bag I'm not talking for free, yeah-ooh)
Fuck 'em all (yeah-ooh)
Gang on gang on gang (yeah)
Written by: Miles Parks McCollum, Tyreek PellerinLyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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