f*ck All Y’all [Missing Lyrics] lyrics

[Intro: DJ Squeeky]
Welcome
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The Tommy Wright Show
Willett Klick

[Verse 1: The Willett Klick]
Been around for 22 years now I´m heading it to 23
n*ggas try to f*ck me in the game
I ain´t going G
So do watch my back
I pack a gat that´s loaded to extreme
n*ggas think I´m faking
Why don´t you test me and see what I mean
Cause it´s kinda hard when you [?] by the city streets
Suckers don´t speak if you´re weak knowing talk is cheap
Stay about your hustle if you´re real when you´re clocking green
Shaking them bones shooting them tones breaking a b*tch with this scheme
Busters in the game
Let them hang like a f*cking rope
Talking sh*t and make me switch into O.J. and cut your throat
b*tches on a mission don´t you journey through my neighborhood
f*cking for cash flicking your ass I´m known to whip a b*tch good
Get on about your business if you like the f*cking life you life
f*cking with this pimpin I have you limping or you might get killed
So weak about the game when your brain is blown out on the curve
When the smoke clears I be standing here it will be just the word
Out a n*ggas mouth when they are reminiscing over your ass
Suckers in the picture don´t fall victim to the nine blast
If you think you are bigger than my trigger then you die hoe
Stepping to your grave when you are sprayed to the f*cking floor
f*ck All Y´all
[Verse 2: [?] ]
`Cause I´m that low down n*gga who approaches these busters nice
And like I care I show some love I [?] inside
To get you b*tches killed your family everybody dies
I know you´d do the same I´m living in a world of lies
Don´t trust no motherf*ckers ´cause these suckers steady tray
I know the end is coming so I got´s to get away
Away from all these suckers [?]
Ain´t scared of death you step you meet this f*cking bullet bang
I choose the hobby robbing, slaying bodies in the mask
I feel the change the range the psychopath you b*tches feel the pain
I doubt the devil be a friend for me up in this world
So young [?] my mind all the suckers look like twelve
You hoes ain´t save remember what I said them b*tches reported the kidnapping
Put the bodies in my closet
And now it starts to stank I hit the dank and now it´s time you b*tches die
Feel the presence of that body walking through me when I´m high
f*ck you suckers f*ck you busters ´cause my trigger has no pull
The click I´m known for damaging leaving these b*tches full of slugs
f*ck All Y´all

[Verse 3: The Willett Klick]
Busters flodging dodging all my bullets
Suckers running Willetts´s gunning this ain´t funny about my money yes there´s a player coming
Blasting b*tches taking riches dumping bodies of in ditches
Whoop you bad with this thang now you need some f*cking stitches
Taking mine breaking n*ggas off with this bloody Glock
Evil sh*t stays in my head
b*tch I know this [?]
Catch up with your kind
Tell this stupid sh*t to my nine
Ratatata on your ass
Now you f*cking made me cry
I ain´t got no love
Steaming blood
Keep the 6´2 height sawed off right between your eyes
Damn right you die tonight
Riding with some killers with the n*ggas ain´t take no sh*t
Pumping out these [?]
So come into my world where hustlers, [?], hoes can´t stand a chance
If you want to step now watch a real n*gga blast that ass
Keep the heat beside of me
[?] to my jealousy
Suckers hate to see me ball
f*ck All Y´all
[Outro: Tommy Wright III, [?] ]
What´s up n*gga
Ey what´s up
sh*t f*cking with thangs
Who is this?
One man gang Tommy Wright III
Ohh
You´re surprised ey? What´s up
Ohh haha
I ain´t [?] them out
Ey welcome back home
Yeah back on the streets, Ten Wanted Man to the world ey
Can you, ah, I just got a little time, can you chronically [?] that uh went down? What yall doin?
Some of my n*ggas in ten Wanted Men got killed in another shootout
These Tommy haters accused that it was a gangbang or what the f*ck they´ve been talking about
On my last tape Dead or Alive we told the world
No Bloods no crips no Vice Lords just pimps
So once again I got to get the record straight
The One Man Gang Tommy Wright III nor Ten wanted Men along with members of Street Smart Records
Don´t belong in damn of these gangs
So quit believing in everything yall hear in these streets
And before I go [?], I want you to do me a favor
Leave these Tommy haters with something to think about
I´m gone
The best thing about business is minding your own
Class dismissed