F+++ That n*gga lyrics

We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white
We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
We'll tell a n*gga 'f*ck ya' and be waitin' outside for him
Bust him up and see how many n*ggas gon' ride for him

Play the project bricks and watch for the law
n*gga come to my section we goin' to they section and ward
We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
Spankin' n*ggas that be showin' off with they broads

n*gga catch a felony, he takin' his charge
n*ggas turnin' state, we rapin' the boy
It's a hard life we livin', they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes for killin', I'll attack like a rhino

Some of the time motherf*ckers be off they bases
Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
Lookin' like a duck, seein' all the wrong faces
But we know the rules and could be strapped in SK's

Man, pop that n*gga, man, kill that b*tch
Man, shoot that n*gga, man, spank that b*tch
Man, down that n*gga, execute that b*tch
Put fifty rounds in that n*gga is what'cha do that b*tch

Man, pop that n*gga, man, kill that b*tch
Man, shoot that n*gga, man, spank that b*tch
Man, down that n*gga, execute that b*tch
Put fifty rounds in that n*gga is what'cha do that b*tch
Stay from 'round here, I tell ya these n*ggas ain't cool
Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool
We be duckin' off in the hallways and in the cuts
Gettin' the f*ck when ATF is pullin' up

People in the projects say, "Them n*ggas ain't sh*t"
They hustle all night for brand new outfits
You're f*ckin' right, that's how it is on the block
Real duck T-shirt, 'Bauds and Reebok's

Camouflage around the neck and the dome
f*cked up attitude totin' a big chrome
Fighting for weed, n*gga ain't ever goin' home
Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of [Incomprehensible]

We ain't tryin' ta see the jail house
But if we do we hope we be able to bail out
Know what I'm sayin', lil' daddy
We need a lick, come up in the whole brick
Kick in a n*gga door and punish the whole clique

Man, pop that n*gga, man, kill that b*tch
Man, shoot that n*gga, man, spank that b*tch
Man, down that n*gga, execute that b*tch
Put fifty rounds in that n*gga is what'cha do that b*tch
Man, pop that n*gga, man, kill that b*tch
Man, shoot that n*gga, man, spank that b*tch
Man, down that n*gga, execute that b*tch
Put fifty rounds in that n*gga is what'cha do that b*tch

Come through the hood where ya hang with a K and when I see ya
What I'ma do to ya, I know I wouldn't wanna be ya
Split your head in half, n*gga, leave ya stressed in the street
Hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet

I play it raw when I'm in beef, I'm a hot boy that's heat
Get it how ya live is how it is where I be
f*ck a n*gga's how I feel, no n*gga steppin' on my toes
Without feelin' blockah, blockah from four fours

I'm a dog with a gun in my hand I cut loose
You're on the other end of that pistol, it's on you
Get hit up, chopped up, did somethin' awful
Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin

Ain't part of my clique, f*ck ya n*gga, don't please me
I don't love ya n*gga, you're no good, playa
I don't trust ya, n*gga
To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust n*gga, what

Man, pop that n*gga, man, kill that b*tch
Man, shoot that n*gga, man, spank that b*tch
Man, down that n*gga, execute that b*tch
Put fifty rounds in that n*gga is what'cha do that b*tch
Man, pop that n*gga, man, kill that b*tch
Man, shoot that n*gga, man, spank that b*tch
Man, down that n*gga, execute that b*tch
Put fifty rounds in that n*gga is what'cha do that b*tch

Man, pop that n*gga, man, kill that b*tch
Man, shoot that n*gga, man, spank that b*tch
Man, down that n*gga, execute that b*tch
Put fifty rounds in that n*gga is what'cha do that b*tch

Man, pop that n*gga, man, kill that b*tch
Man, shoot that n*gga, man, spank that b*tch
Man, down that n*gga, execute that b*tch
Put fifty rounds in that n*gga is what'cha do that b*tch

Ya heard me
Put fifty rounds in that n*gga's what'cha do that b*tch
f*ck him, ya heard me, f*ck his whole clique, n*gga
Ya don't like me, I don't like you, n*gga

You don't like me that mean you don't like my clique
I don't like you that mean I don't like you
The n*ggas ya f*ck with, the n*ggas you affiliate with, ya heard me
Any n*gga who speak to ya, n*gga, back you up, n*gga

f*ck you and all them too, n*gga, ya heard me
It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
f*ck all them old b*tch ass n*ggas throwin' bricks [Incomprehensible]
It's real over here, n*gga, ya heard me

We got this here and we holdin' this here down
Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, n*gga
Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me
Joe Casey, Travey ya heard me, all tha shots, n*gga

We comin' through, n*gga, we layin' it down, n*gga
And we just doin' what we do, keepin' it real