F**k y’all h**s lyrics

If you ain't claiming G-D
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming V-L
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Crips Then
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Bloods Then
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming BHZ
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming North Memphis
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Orange Mound
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Southpark
(f*ck y'all hoes)
b*tch we are entertainers
We warfare trainers
We ain't gangbangers
But we will make you famous
I show you falling hoes
I show you slippin' slopes
I show you swiss I knows
I dangling from the rows
You top that Tokeo
Up in the studio
But in the streets they ho
You cool they diff but so
But if he eat the coke
And wanna go for broke
Let's get them guns out ho
I thank you f*cking former ho
I can fight this n*gga
I can whoop this n*gga
I can
(Gun loading)
(Gun Shots)
Boom, with the trigger
I can rob this boy
I can mob this boy
I can call a f*cking killer
Do a job on this boy
I can make this fool
I can rape this fool
I can get them off my five o'clock
Or ten o'clock news
I can lend a helping hand
I can be your f*cking friend
I can leave his body stankin'
In a croquer garbage can
If you ain't claiming Hollywood
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Walker Homes
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Foot Home
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Walter Simmons
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Smokey City
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Evergreen
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming LMG
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Dixie Homes
(f*ck y'all hoes)
Don't play with the Hypnotize C A M P
(A C)
Blowin' small balls n*gga feel me
Maybe I be what chu' call the first lady
Triple Six put me through the doors getting money
Now you
Jelous ass b*tches in my face
Tryin' take my sh*t out of place
(You be steppin' b*tch)
I be on some Hennesy
Mixed with some Alizae
Smokin' on some hay
On my way, on that plat, "A"
("A")
I'm hittin' on some small n*ggas
(That rob n*ggas)
Smoke coke
(With big mob figures)
That star n*ggas
In P-Agg ya
Get 'em recorded they own pictures
I'm takin' puss, and dankin' drankin'
Drank wit' warning n*ggas
I poke them stagged up
And round wit' trick a heavy n*ggas
I'm talkin' ski-mask
Engage up out of the back seat n*ggas
Pull the triggers and I keep a tone, world-rone
Dangers on, hustle grown
Sippin' on, burn a post
Papers on, but still I'm home
If you ain't claiming New Chicago
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Roxy Brown
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming pus*y Valley
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Fowler Homes
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Douglas then
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Trig then
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Mclemore
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Bunker Hill
(f*ck y'all hoes)
No issues
You think this kid f*cked up the f*cking problem
b*tch you don't know that Koopsta Knicca is a murder robber
Got yo motherf*cking brother in the back seat
Sweat drippin' off his neck, son of b*tch you don't know me
"Kopsta"
I kinda hear the whispers in his f*cking bed
"Knicca"
And you think you got that strip than why don't you get with him
And if you wanna stress me grab my 8.0 is you dead
Say, "Mister, c*m a dress ya"
Koopsta got 'em scared
If you ain't claiming Hyde Park
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Ridge Grove
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Ridge Crest
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Bartlett then
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming Germantown
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming
(f*ck y'all hoes)
If you ain't naming
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