Brandon Stacks - f** Ya'll lyrics

(*talking*) Gangsta sh**, that sh** n***as don't wanna hear about That sh**, make hoe n***as run in the house Hide up under the table, know I'm tal'n bout We finna expose you b**h a** n***as We in this motherf**er, (SES) here it go [Brandon Stacks] In this game it ain't no friends, it's just foes and snitches Hoes and b**hes, all of em out to get riches If I had three wishes, what would I do where would I go To a place far away, where n***as can't act hoe Is that right bro oh that's fa sho, we in the do' Toe to toe blow for blow, letting you fake n***as know That we ain't going nowhere, you n***as stuck with us And I put that on my mama, your click can't f** with us Cause uh we keep it gangsta, n***a we keep it gangsta I never turn my back on my partnas, now that's a wa*ksta To everybody that helped me, I'd like to thank ya Show love to my people, oh n***a that's gangsta [Hook - 2x] These n***as, wanna take my life dog Why n***as in the streets, so shife dog n***as gotta play the game, get it right dog k** me hell naw, by any means f** y'all [E.S.G.] I keep it gutter and dirty, like some crackhead drawas n***as hating on E.S.G., I'm busting back at y'all Like damn I miss my dogs, like Weezy say Like Todd and Yo-Yo, half you other n***as gay You very nothing a** n***as, there's a pimp in the place Keep talking sh** bout me and my click, leave my handprint in your face Now this n***a caught a case, now he calling my phone Talking bout he need some hard, cooked A-1 zones I'm like oops wrong number, no these jackers wanna do me I'm a savage bout my cabbage, like Lil' Webbie and Lil' Boosie Thug blood running through me, I was born with a oozie Punk p**y perpetrators, playa haters who persue me n***as use to try to use me, catch me slipping in the jacuzzi Bad b**h next to me, running game trying to confuse me I'm a bomb waiting to go off, you hoes can't defuse me So next time bring the National Guard, you b**hes wanna do me g'eah [Hook - 2x] (*talking*) f** you n***a g'eah, if you a G a** n***a Know I'm saying, like us over here at SES Doing our mo'f**ing thang, E.S.G. that's right The motherf**ing boss on the mic, with my new lil' underboss That's doing his mo'f**ing thang, Brandon motherf**ing Stacks Big Sin we getting money b**h, I done told you n***as A hundred times it's going down, n***as don't no street sh** with us Know I'm saying, 'specially not me This is how we doing it g'eah uh, hollin' at my gangstas out there G'eah, I'm hollin' at my gangstas out there [E.S.G.] Third riding bone, what's up to the Head What's up Bo-Leg, n***a we ain't scared What's up to the Poke', what's up to the H.A.W.K What's up to the Keke, gangstas we don't talk What's up Big Moe, this is how it go What's up Alexandria, my n***a T down fa sho What's up Shreveport, what's up Lil' Beezy T.I. my n***a, see we keep it off the heezy What's up Corpus Christi, what's up Chi-Town What's up Milwaukee, X we putting it down Now what's up Judy Jones, what's up DJ Whirl What's up DJ Black, see we rocking for you girl And you better uh-uh g'eah mixtape sh**