Fuk ’Em All lyrics

[Chorus: Mr. Piif]
f*ck all these n*ggas, f*ck all these n*ggas
I can not trust ‘em and I need this dough
f*ck all these b*tches, f*ck all these b*tches
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 n*gga, had to run it to the dealer
[?] my momma crib, let a n*gga 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 pus*y I’m a fiend, I’ma let her through the team
I’ma let her through the gang, n*gga PO10NT is a gang
f*cking PO10NT to the brain, man we in a different lane
When I get up out the game bet you n*ggas know my name

[Chorus: Mr. Piif]
f*ck all these n*ggas, f*ck all these n*ggas
I can not trust ‘em and I need this dough
f*ck all these b*tches, f*ck all these b*tches
I can not love ‘em, I can’t cuff no hoes
[Verse 2: Makarel]
I’m caught up in the crossfire, a real sh*t and ho sh*t
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 b*tches 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 b*tches know what’s up, every n*gga with me thug
Yeah they sold drugs, or they be swiping some sh*t
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]
f*ck all these n*ggas, f*ck all these n*ggas
I can not trust ‘em and I need this dough
f*ck all these b*tches, f*ck all these b*tches
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 f*cking 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 n*gga sh*tting
Started out with nothing, just a phone and I was clicking
Now I’m selling n*ggas verses while my cuzzo selling chickens
I ain’t talking pot pies, KFC or Church’s
We could hit you and your b*tch, 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 sh*t 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]
f*ck all these n*ggas, f*ck all these n*ggas
I can not trust ‘em and I need this dough
f*ck all these b*tches, f*ck all these b*tches
I can not love ‘em, I can’t cuff no hoes