f*ck Dem Boys lyrics

[Chorus: Pouya]
From the slums of East Memphis
To the Dirty South of South Florida
With f*ckboys we don't associate
With ratchet pus*y, don't penetrate
f*ck the cops, I said, f*ck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
f*ck the cops, I said, f*ck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
From the slums of East Memphis
To the Dirty South of South Florida
With f*ckboys we don't associate
With ratchet pus*y, don't penetrate
f*ck the cops, I said, f*ck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
f*ck the cops, I said, f*ck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Prometh, just pop Percocets (Lean)
I f*ck her raw with no regrets (Nah)
She want my kid, I want the check (Nah)
A hundred grand for my last name (Cha-ching!)
Man, f*ck the money, I want the fame
You talk slick, gon' get rearranged
Smoke dope in a different timezone
Codeine got me seein' clones
I ate her ass to the f*ckin' bone
I get free sh*t, I don't need no loan (Nah)
If a n*gga talk slick then [?]
Got gas for the low, we ain't talkin' [?]
All my b*tches out of state, catchin' ZIP code
f*ckin' the stank then ate out her pank
Two bad b*tches on my f*ckin' fur mink
This FLA, b*tch, some FLA sh*t
Bust a n*gga down on some real n*gga sh*t
If a boy talkin' super, blow a shot at his b*tch (Duh)
This [?], you be stuck like a damn lucid dream
Break a b*tch down, pull up on her damn sneak
I don't need no b*tch, I don't need me nobody
I take that [?] b*tch, lil' C, not bloody
f*ck 12, I bleed lean
Vivid dreams and promethazine
[Chorus: Pouya]
From the slums of East Memphis
To the Dirty South of South Florida
With f*ckboys we don't associate
With ratchet pus*y, don't penetrate
f*ck the cops, I said, f*ck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
f*ck the cops, I said, f*ck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
From the slums of East Memphis
To the Dirty South of South Florida
With f*ckboys we don't associate
With ratchet pus*y, don't penetrate
f*ck the cops, I said, f*ck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
f*ck the cops, I said, f*ck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block

[Interlude: King Raw]
Man, I just be chillin', tryna smoke my motherf*ckin' weed
And these cops be bullsh*ttin', right?
f*ck

[Verse 2: King Raw]
f*ck the cops, I said f*ck the cops
f*ck the opps, let the bodies drop
I'm too valid, so I'm residin'
On a private island with Maui Waui
I'm livin' good, ask about me
They gon' tell you I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Me and young Fat Nick
Got all these ladies goin' rowdy, rowdy
I know I'm rowdy, slightly childish
I'ma [?], n*gga, check the balance
She drop the ball, bloody fingers
This fool pull? I must be dreamin'
I'm eatin' beets, got me screamin'
Me and Nick, we double-teamin'
They fiendin' after we skeetin'
We leave 'em like we ain't never seen 'em
[Chorus: Pouya]
From the slums of East Memphis (Yuh)
To the Dirty South of South Florida (Yuh)
With f*ckboys we don't associate (Nope)
With ratchet pus*y, don't penetrate (Nope)
f*ck the cops, I said, f*ck the cops (f*ck 'em)
A hundred shots make 'em run the block (Pop-pop-pop)
f*ck the cops, I said, f*ck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
From the slums of East Memphis (Yuh)
To the Dirty South of South Florida (Yuh)
With f*ckboys we don't associate (Nope)
With ratchet pus*y, don't penetrate (Nope)
f*ck the cops, I said, f*ck the cops (f*ck 'em)
A hundred shots make 'em run the block (Pop-pop-pop-pop)
f*ck the cops, I said, f*ck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block (Brrrah)