f*ckEMx3 lyrics

[Intro: OG Maco]
Ay, sheesh, damn (damn)
Damn, sheesh (damn)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em (OG Mac)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em (grah grah)
Ducko!
Grah grah (OGG), woo-hoo (damn!)
b*tch you guessed it
Yeah yeah!

[Chorus: OG Maco]
(My enemies)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah, woo-hoo
(Every n*gga hatin')
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah, sheesh
(These dirty b*tches)
Damn, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah, woo-hoo
Yeah yeah (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
(f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah, these b*tches)
(My enemies)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah
(pus*y n*ggas)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, woo-hoo
(b*tch n*ggas)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, woo-hoo
Sheesh (every pus*y n*gga hatin')
Sheesh (b*tch you guessed it), damn
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah (OGG), woo-hoo
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em (OG Mac)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah, woo-hoo
Yeah yeah
[Verse 1: OG Maco]
Musty pus*y maggot b*tches tryna lick my sack for riches
Mhm, yeah yeah, bet I seen your plan, uh huh
Bet I smelled it out, uh huh
Now we met their daughters cross the map
East Coast to the West Coast, OG Mac do the f*cking most
Yeah yeah, told em b*tch you guessed it, now I’m living
Drinking, popping the seal, got no prescription
You can read it, you can see it, you can want it but you won’t achieve it
You can see me but n*gga, can you be me?
No no, no no, yeah yeah, f*ck 'em f*ck 'em f*ck 'em
I ain’t do it by myself

[Bridge: OG Maco]
Lot of n*ggas want to hate on me
What’s the reason, n*gga who knows
Say I’m focused on the wrong sh*t
We just putting up the new dope

[Chorus: OG Maco]
(My enemies)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah, woo-hoo
(Every n*gga hatin')
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah, sheesh
(These dirty b*tches)
Damn, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah, woo-hoo
Yeah yeah (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
(f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah, these b*tches)
[Verse 2: Offset]
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
We don’t love 'em, love 'em, love 'em
I’m a hustler, hustler, hustler
Rolex diamond flooded, flooded
Police they watching, investigation undercover
I would never tell on my brother, I put it on my mother
Pull out the chopper, the chopper eat him like he mustard
Look at me now n*gga, money grew up, Rudy Huxtable
Maison Margiela, we mafia like Goodfellas
I got 20 b*tches on my schedule, I’m living better
When you go to a Migos show it’s looking like Coachella
When the police ask me questions, actin' like I don’t know better
f*ck a n*gga, we don’t give a f*ck about a sucker n*gga
I got a milly, bought a Bentley, hundred rounds up in my semi
Hit the f*ck n*gga with a chopper, do you feel me now?
You a b*tch n*gga, pus*y n*gga, you need a f*cking blouse
Fake goon, cartoon, you a Mickey Mouse
I got your b*tch in my condo, I’m 'bout to f*ck her now
Take a ride with a G, n*gga buckle down
QC f*ck n*gga, catch 100 rounds

[Chorus: OG Maco]
(These dirty b*tches)
Damn, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah, woo-hoo
Yeah yeah (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
(f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah, these b*tches)
(My enemies)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, yeah yeah
(pus*y n*ggas)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, woo-hoo
(b*tch n*ggas)
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, woo-hoo
Sheesh (every pus*y n*gga hatin')
Sheesh (b*tch you guessed it), damn
[Verse 3: Quavo]
f*ck em, f*ck em, n*gga get out my section
Don’t want to see him, I don’t want to touch him
Look at my diamonds, my jeweler from Russia
Walk in the club with fifty chains like I’m Busta
When I say f*ck em, migos come and get em
OG Maco and Migos some real n*ggas
Got 50 pigeons in the Charger
Pull up on the plug make that steal n*gga
I'm pitchin' hardball like the Dodgers
I got the Green Bay pack, Aaron Rodgers
Chopper bullet coming, better dodge 'em
In the kitchen, cooking pot like a cobra
I pull out the pistol like Mad Max off Shottas

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Yeah yeah yeah, like OG Maco said, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
You ran off with the work but flexing in the city, stupid motherf*cker (stupid motherf*cker)
My mama told me I can f*ck 'em
But you better not never ever trust 'em (smash)
They say Actavis discontinued, check my cup I’m sipping muddy trouble
Pull up on a n*gga at the red light
Hit em with the chopper he a dead motherf*cker
You f*ck with my money, it’s repercussions
n*ggas start running when they see the chopper, a n*gga gunning
Killing and itching
I got the bodies, don’t know where to dump em
Wrapping the work like a mummy, finessing the plug for dummies
100K when I be kicking, pimping, dripping in London
When I open up the OG, smell like a bag of the Funyons

[Bridge: OG Maco]
Lot of n*ggas want to hate on me
What’s the reason, n*gga who knows
Say I’m focused on the wrong sh*t
We just putting up the new dope