Blac youngsta - Fuck Everybody Else Lyrics

Heavy Camp
Yeah, bitch bitch bitch
Suck my dick dick dick
I can't wait till I beat these muhf*ckin cases
I'ma smack the shit out of all you busta ass niggas on my mama, bitch
Gang Gang

I been tussin' and clutchin' and bustin' at everybody
When my lil' bitch stop fussin' I'll buy her some red bottoms
I been keeping my circle tight, can't f*ck with everybody
Screaming, "Free my lil' hittas," I hate that them feds got 'em
In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead bodies
I might cut off your finger right after I head shot ya
I can't trust none of these bitches, these bitches for everybody
You can't short me, my nigga, you know I want every dollar

Boy you trespassing on my block
Ain't no trespassing on my block
Boy you better check in or get shot
I got like nine bodies on my Glock
I got about five bodies in my drop
Oh, can't stop and won't stop
No, f*ck your bitch out her socks
Oh, don't get mad that's what thots do
He might lose it 'bout that bitch, he might shoot some 'bout that bitch
I might cut that bitch off, she might do some 'bout that dick
I can't take that bitch on no date, I can't f*ck with bitches they fake
I can't f*ck with niggas they hate, if you f*ck with me you not safe
Tryna take care of my family but I can't take care of everybody
You might not understand me so f*ck what they said 'bout me
I'm like f*ck what they said 'bout me, free my dawg the fed got him
If them pussies they ever kill me I hope they lay dead by me

I been tussin' and clutchin' and bustin' at everybody
When my lil' bitch stop fussin' I'll buy her some red bottoms
I been keeping my circle tight, can't f*ck with everybody
Screaming, "Free my lil' hittas," I hate that them feds got 'em
In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead bodies
I might cut off your finger right after I head shot ya
I can't trust none of these bitches, these bitches for everybody
You can't short me, my nigga, you know I want every dollar

If you mention south Memphis just know I'm the f*ckin' king
If you hit one of my bitches just know they not on my team
I gotta take care of my grandma she know I be serving fiends
If I come in with my .40 you know it come with a beam
Security just searched me but I still got my strap in
I ain't give no nigga permission to hit my city you gotta tap in
Heavy camp whole waiting in the city y'all little bitty niggas better get a sack in
I could've catch you way back then
I been running around chasing back ends
Grandma was my momma and my momma was daddy
You know I come from nothing that's the reason I'm flashy
My cousin told me if them pussies play let them have it
I come from the projects where they dusty and ashy

I been tussin' and clutchin' and bustin' at everybody
When my lil' bitch stop fussin' I'll buy her some red bottoms
I been keeping my circle tight, can't f*ck with everybody
Screaming, "Free my lil' hittas," I hate that them feds got 'em
In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead bodies
I might cut off your finger right after I head shot ya
I can't trust none of these bitches, these bitches for everybody
You can't short me, my nigga, you know I want every dollar