S.Dot - f** Em All lyrics

[Hook] You can catch me rollin wit my goonies we be wildin out forreal Yall be wildin out for pills we out here grindin for a deal Same n***as hatin on me same n***as showin love Ain't nobody f**in wit me on everything that I love They ask me how I feel f** em all How you feel ? f** em all That's how you feel ? f** Em All That's how I feel f** em all Same n***as hatin same n***as tryna be me Same n***as with they handout everytime them n***as see me f** em I don't trust em why would I ever do that ? f** wit ya'll n***as fore I ever get my crew back Im talkin bout that mafia body ya keep your head stash Get the work bag it then move it and get the bread last n***a now what you know bout that ? If you don't bout this,you don't know bout that If you don't know hot to flip, then you don't know how to stack Cuz once I seen my first brick I ain't know how to act I started hustling and muscling to get whatever I need b**h I need me some Jordan's and I need me some jeans I need that all black skully and them camo fatigues A steep tech on my chest and a bad b**h on her knees Lets get it popin no options either you f** or you leavin I need a b**h that's gonna f** me everyday till the weekend She cookin Monday thruough Friday but she dress up on the weekend Bring in a b**h then we team her it's getting hot like a fever you see me ! [Hook] Rollin wit my goonies we be wildin out forreal Yall be wildin out for pills we out here grindin for a deal Same n***as hatin on me same n***as showin love Ain't nobody f**in wit me on everything that I love They ask me how I feel f** em all How you feel ? f** em all That's how you feel ? f** Em All That's how I feel f** em all Same n***as hatin same n***as tryna be me Same n***as with they handout everytime them n***as see me f** em I need an ounce of raw I need a brick of coke Before I bag I need a triple beam to lean cuz of that snow You can get half for twelve no back to jail I wrap them keys up slow We got them packs for sale don't act like 12 them wratchets sell to close b**h I need the money f** the fame I need them ditches f** the games We wifin these trifling ditches the same While we poppin this bel air and stunt on you lames Cuz the cloth that im from we ain't cut from the same So f** em all if its bucks involved I got a tre 57 that'll bust a jaw 8 n***as with me right now that love to war So f** n***a what it really do ? Ree wit me and Nizzy too Leak here and the freaks here they gone s** and f** when we need em too Call the plug we need a brick or too we gone jam em up and then keep the loot Boul I'm Jersey bred I only speak the truth you see how I'm comin better keep ya tool On ya I warned ya you f** wit us and get torn up Turn ya to some goners boy I wish a n***a would cross us Them Lil n***as better boss up I'm the youngest here but I'm real n***a The money man do the money dance me and Caut bouta k** n***as [Hook]