f*ck Everybody Else lyrics

[Intro]
Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up
Heavy Camp
Yeah, b*tch b*tch b*tch
Suck my di*k di*k di*k
I can't wait till i beat these muhf*ckin cases
Ima smack the sh*t out of all you busta ass n*ggas on my mama, b*tch
Gang Gang

[Hook]
I been tussin and clutchin and bustin at everybody
When my lil b*tch stop fussin ill buy her some red bottoms
I been keeping my circle tight can't f*ck with everybody
Screaming free my lil hittas i hate that them feds got em
In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead bodies
I might cut off your finger right after i head shot ya
I can't trust none of these b*tches these b*tches for everybody
You can't short me my n*gga you know i want every dollar

[Verse 1]
Boy you trespassing on my block
Ain't no trespassing on my block
Boy you better check in or get shot
I got like nine bodies on my Glock
I got about five bodies in my drop
Oh, can't stop and won't stop
No, f*ck your b*tch out her socks
Oh, don't get mad that's what thots do
He might lose it bout that b*tch, he might shoot some bout that b*tch
I might cut that b*tch off, she might do some bout that di*k
I can't take that b*tch on no date, I can't f*ck with b*tches they fake
I can't f*ck with n*ggas they hate, If you f*ck with me you not safe
Tryna take care of my family but I can't take care of everybody
You might not understand me so f*ck what they said bout me
I'm like f*ck what they said bout me, free my dawg the fed got him
If them pussies they ever kill me I hope they lay dead by me
[Hook]
I been tussin and clutchin and bustin at everybody
When my lil b*tch stop fussin ill buy her some red bottoms
I been keeping my circle tight can't f*ck with everybody
Screaming free my lil hittas i hate that them feds got em
In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead bodies
I might cut off your finger right after i head shot ya
I can't trust none of these b*tches these b*tches for everybody
You can't short me my n*gga you know i want every dollar

[Verse 2]
If you mention south Memphis just know I'm the f*ckin king
If you hit one of my b*tches just know they not on my team
I gotta take care of my grandma she know I be serving feinds
If I come in with my 40 you know it come with a beam
Security just searched me but I still got my strap in
I ain't give no n*gga permission to hit my city you gotta tap in
Heavy camp whole waiting in the city yall little bitty n*ggas better get a sack in
I could've got you whacked back then
I been running around chasing back ends
Grandma was my momma and my momma was daddy
You know I come from nothing that's the reason I'm flashy
My cousin told me if them pussies play let them have it
I come from the projects where they dusty and ashy

[Hook]
I been tussin and clutchin and bustin at everybody
When my lil b*tch stop fussin ill buy her some red bottoms
I been keeping my circle tight can't f*ck with everybody
Screaming free my lil hittas i hate that them feds got em
In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead bodies
I might cut off your finger right after i head shot ya
I can't trust none of these b*tches these b*tches for everybody
You can't short me my n*gga you know I want every dollar