Song Lyrics

Huh
Man, f*ck y'all nigga, haha, straight up
F*ck y'all nigga, huh (?)

Won't walk around with my head down, why?
I promise I'ma be the trillest one until I die
F*ck you niggas, bye, all I need is God
And it's whatever bitch, and you can see in my eyes
I ride solo on a thing that be up in my ride
It's my .45, watch it glide on the chrome tires
Smiling in my face and falling took my place
Backstabbers, hold up a minute, wait
And you probably got guns, probably got cake
But let me tell you something, fucking with me ain't safe
Trust, I won't play 'bout that, the gangster stuff, I stay 'bout that
No fiction here, I'm statin' facts and all I got to say 'bout that is

Smiling in my face, f*ck y'all nigga
I know they wanna take my place
But I don't say what up y'all niggas
'Cause I don't really trust y'all niggas
I'm feeling like, f*ck y'all nigga (f*ck y'all nigga)
Man, f*ck y'all nigga (f*ck y'all nigga, look, look)

F*ck you, f*ck you with no rubber
Big long dick it's been a long ass struggle
After all that hustling and all that trouble
After all those lawyers, we spent all that money
And we still all Gucci, yup, all of us
I got a lot of haters, long as my niggas love me
Judgement, hit Instagram and try and hurt ya boy
F*ck it, make sure you (?)
I go purp bizzare, you know how I are
Quarter million dollar car, I am not a star
And that's just how I feel, and you know what it is
I'ma tell you to your face when I'll see you man

Smiling in my face, f*ck y'all nigga
I know they wanna take my place
But I don't say what up y'all niggas
'Cause I don't really trust y'all niggas
I'm feeling like, f*ck y'all nigga (f*ck y'all nigga)
Man, f*ck y'all nigga (f*ck y'all nigga, f*ck, look)

If the fed all talking to you then I might be
You ain't gotta like me and you don't want to fight me
But I don't got too old for that
Disrespect me and I will knock you your soul for that
Hoes for that, throwing slams and be so good here like
Man, I put my thing up on your pearly whites
You heard this, you heard that, you probably heard like
A million things, you better make sure that you heard right
Like I'ma have a throne 'til I'm dead and gone
And my bread still on, God, you heard wrong
I'm still riding on chrome, get my swerve on
So get off my dick, bitch, and go play with your cell phone

Smiling in my face, f*ck y'all nigga
I know they wanna take my place
But I don't say what up y'all niggas
'Cause I don't really trust y'all niggas
I'm feeling like, f*ck y'all nigga (f*ck y'all nigga)
Man, f*ck y'all nigga (f*ck y'all nigga)
F*ck y'all nigga

Jeremy Edward Reid, Trill Productions, Webster Gradney

The duration of F*ck Yall Niggas is 3:18 minutes and seconds.