Fuk 'Em All

[Chorus: Mr. Piif] Fuck all these niggas, fuck all these niggas I can not trust ‘em and I need this dough Fuck all these bitches, fuck all these bitches I can not love ‘em, I can’t cuff no hoes [Verse 1: Mr. Piif] Man I need my money and I need my respect Anything goes, man I’m riding with the set I ain’t gotta front or gotta lie, we the best Or we just finessing now we jugging for the check I be on the block posted up by the street Looking for the fiend trying to bust another lick Cops on a nigga, had to run it to the dealer [?] my momma crib, let a nigga hate, god damn, god damn Y’all know I’m the man, y’all know I’m the man Girl I’m happy that you came, [?] For that pussy I’m a fiend, I’ma let her through the team I’ma let her through the gang, nigga PO10NT is a gang Fucking PO10NT to the brain, man we in a different lane When I get up out the game bet you niggas know my name [Chorus: Mr. Piif] Fuck all these niggas, fuck all these niggas I can not trust ‘em and I need this dough Fuck all these bitches, fuck all these bitches I can not love ‘em, I can’t cuff no hoes [Verse 2: Makarel] I’m caught up in the crossfire, a real shit and ho shit I came up on some work, yeah I’m trying to make the dope flip My mission is chicken, my jewelry, gun glisten Get me recognition, all the bitches pay attention If it ain’t dough I gon’ miss it I’m in the club and I look like a dog Smelling like bud and I’m sipping on Moët All the bitches know what’s up, every nigga with me thug Yeah they sold drugs, or they be swiping some shit I never judge man as long as they rich I got Nate with me and he got a freak with him I got Dion with me and he got the weed with him I got Gudda with me and he got the lean with him I got Lethal with me and he got [?] [Chorus: Mr. Piif] Fuck all these niggas, fuck all these niggas I can not trust ‘em and I need this dough Fuck all these bitches, fuck all these bitches I can not love ‘em, I can’t cuff no hoes [Verse 3: Dave East] Started in the Jeep and I just wanna get a Ghost She keep fucking with her nose, I guarantee she want some coke I was getting it for the low, set up shop right in the store I ain’t care if it was coal, I’m just trying to get some more Pull up in a new Ferrari, make ‘em ask me how I did it Toilet paper, counting paper just in case a nigga shitting Started out with nothing, just a phone and I was clicking Now I’m selling niggas verses while my cuzzo selling chickens I ain’t talking pot pies, KFC or Church’s We could hit you and your bitch, get y’all matching hearses Couple thousand for a feature ‘cause they know it’s worth it We don’t do no accidents, I’m killing shit on purpose, watch how I murk it Mak, Piif and Dave, hit sacks for some shades Fendi fact, pop Fendi tags, racks on your frame Pontiac for the drive by, smack while I aim Contact from the haze, contract on your brain [Chorus: Mr. Piif] Fuck all these niggas, fuck all these niggas I can not trust ‘em and I need this dough Fuck all these bitches, fuck all these bitches I can not love ‘em, I can’t cuff no hoes