Fuck Em

[Chorus]

Label told me not to drop a tape, fuck 'em

P.O. told me not to leave the state, fuck 'em

Fuck 'em

Fuck 'em

[Verse 1]

Young nigga, you got a nine, you're doing fine

Your dawg down, front him an ounce, I can see you tryin'

I respect your grind

252, I respect the 9

And I know 9 niggas jellin', 3 of them tellin'

I got 9 niggas with me, 8 of them are felons

9 fresh off the slab

Tell 'em fuck it, gon' front you the whole half

Pussy cat niggas, they got 9 lives

So I'ma try to kill 'em 9 times

Shout out to niggas on the block and the bitches in beauty shops

With rollers in their head, their niggas off in the fed

Collectin' every calls, send pictures and writin' letters

And makin' every visit, y'all the realest bitches ever, 100, 100

[Interlude]

See niggas don't get it, my nigga, like, niggas talkin' 'bout they want a bad bitch, say a street nigga need a real bitch, you know what I'm sayin'? Ho you gon' go through somethin', nigga took you on 9 trips to 9 countries, ran through 9 hundred thou. And a nigga locked up for 9 days and a bitch gone. Damn

[Verse 2]

These bitches temporary, my hustle necessary

One thing about me and a ho, I ain't never worried

99 problems, 1 issue them folks'll lynch you

You on the court and you ball and them feds'll come and bench you forreal

Indite you, 25 life you, forreal

My homie told me not to cross the plug, but fuck him

We're down bad, I told him what it was, so fuck it

Fuck 'em

Fuck 'em

My album drop, it may not sell a record, but fuck it

Kill a nigga, make them hoes respect it, fuck it

Fuck it

Fuck it