Blac Youngsta - f** Everybody Else lyrics

Heavy Camp Yeah, b**h b**h b**h s** my dick dick dick I can’t wait till i beat these muhf**in cases Ima smack the sh** out of all you busta a** n***as on my mama, b**h Gang Gang I been tussin and clutchin and bustin at everybody When my lil b**h stop fussin ill buy her some red bottoms I been keeping my circle tight can’t f** with everybody Screaming free my lil hittas i hate that them feds got em In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead bodies I might cut off your finger right after i head shot ya I can’t trust none of these b**hes these b**hes for everybody You can’t short me my n***a you know i want every dollar Boy you trespa**ing on my block Ain’t no trespa**ing on my block Boy you better check in or get shot I got like nine bodies on my Glock I got about five bodies in my drop Oh, can’t stop and won’t stop No, f** your b**h out her socks Oh, don’t get mad that’s what thots do He might lose it bout that b**h, he might shoot some bout that b**h I might cut that b**h off, she might do some bout that dick I can’t take that b**h on no date, I can’t f** with b**hes they fake I can’t f** with n***as they hate, If you f** with me you not safe Tryna take care of my family but I can’t take care of everybody You might not understand me so f** what they said bout me I’m like f** what they said bout me, free my dawg the fed got him If them pussies they ever k** me I hope they lay dead by me I been tussin and clutchin and bustin at everybody When my lil b**h stop fussin ill buy her some red bottoms I been keeping my circle tight can’t f** with everybody Screaming free my lil hittas i hate that them feds got em In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead bodies I might cut off your finger right after i head shot ya I can’t trust none of these b**hes these b**hes for everybody You can’t short me my n***a you know i want every dollar If you mention south Memphis just know I’m the f**in king If you hit one of my b**hes just know they not on my team I gotta take care of my grandma she know I be serving feinds If I come in with my 40 you know it come with a beam Security just searched me but I still got my strap in I ain’t give no n***a permission to hit my city you gotta tap in Heavy camp whole waiting in the city yall little bitty n***as better get a sack in I could’ve got you whacked back then I been running around chasing back ends Grandma was my momma and my momma was daddy You know I come from nothing that’s the reason I’m flashy My cousin told me if them pussies play let them have it I come from the projects where they dusty and ashy I been tussin and clutchin and bustin at everybody When my lil b**h stop fussin ill buy her some red bottoms I been keeping my circle tight can’t f** with everybody Screaming free my lil hittas i hate that them feds got em In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead bodies I might cut off your finger right after i head shot ya I can’t trust none of these b**hes these b**hes for everybody You can’t short me my n***a you know I want every dollar