F..ck You Lyrics

Lil Boosie F..ck You

Wazzup? This Webbie
Trill Entertainment, Young Savage aka Lil' Baton Rouge
However you wanna call it, nigga
Now look at the bad bitches, nigga

F..ck them industry niggas, makin' it hard on me
F..ck that, I'ma keep it in the streets
Long as I got my cd, niggas, I'm straight, ya heard me?
Let's go, this is real gangsta shit right here, check this out, look

Damn nigga, how you do it like that?
Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music like that
Make them big fine hoes shake they booty like that
Like 21 row scrap wit Lil Boosie it like that

Play mad games wit me, I'll do ya like that
I'm a grown ass man, bitch, pursue me like that
Smoke nothin' but the best when I'm cruisin', laid back
With some trill ass niggas that I knew since way back

Still young, I ain't caught my first murder case yet
Stay scrap and can't wait to push a nigga face back
Number 10106, still I rob a racetrack
Still hangin' in the mix where it ain't safe at

I'm on some foolishness shit with these rugers and shit
I'm on some run in your house, bitch, you move and get hit
I can't take out my grill 'cause I can't take out this reel
I'm the savage shit trill and from my heart, man, I feel

Nigga, f..ck you
(Yeah, I f..cked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, f..ck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, f..ck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, f..ck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, f..ck you
(Yeah, I f..cked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, f..ck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, f..ck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, f..ck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Get your bitch outta pocket, put some dick in her ass
I got a '84 Baritz and it's sittin' on glass
I'm a young pimp nigga with a whole lotta swagger
And I roll like a stone like my name Mick Jagger

Pussy niggas can't f..ck with the pimp in the savage
We gettin' sucked in every city, make a whole lotta cabbage
Gettin' head on the regular level, it ain't shit
Some real trill niggas for life up in this bitch

I never go to war without that motherfuckin' gun
Down South, bitch, we like DMC and run
Like Chuck D say, bitch, my Uzi weigh a ton
I might be on parole but bitch, I'll knock out ya lungs

I come from the city where they sell cocaine
Ya get caught sniffin', niggas knock out ya brain
Leave ya lump in ya lap, your tongue on your dash
So I bust 17 and I smashed the gas, biatch

Nigga, f..ck you
(Yeah, I f..cked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, f..ck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, f..ck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, f..ck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, f..ck you
(Yeah, I f..cked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, f..ck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, f..ck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, f..ck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

F..ck you, nigga, my bloodline sicker
Make a quarter outta nickel, been like that since I was little
From the hood where the killas keep them pistols smokin'
Swishas drink liquor, bang a nigga, Southside gangsta nigga

F..ck everythin' you goin' through, Bad Azz'll punish you
Show no love, love will get you killed, so here we come for you
Gat for gat, stack for stack, my click, they'll beast
It's goin' down where we roam in the hotel suite

Old lady gone crazy, caught me rollin' out 3
I beat that pussy out her drawers and I put her to sleep
You bullshittin' with me, boy, my nerves stay bad
Get one of my convicts out the hood and put that dick in yo' ass

Nigga, f..ck you
(Yeah, I f..cked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, f..ck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, f..ck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, f..ck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, f..ck you
(Yeah, I f..cked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, f..ck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, f..ck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, f..ck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

F..ck all y'all niggas
If you ain't rollin' with us, f..ck you, nigga
Nigga makin' all these broad statements
You'll be on the motherfuckin' shirt, nigga

Nigga, face the shit, nigga
If your ass washed up, you washed up
It's a new eras, nigga, for this gangsta shit nigga
And we don't play no game

Y'all niggas be rappin' 'bout that shit, nigga
But we put that tool on yo' bitch ass nigga
Go shit yo' ass down, nigga
Garbage ass nigga, BFI ass nigga

Nigga, we got in this shit straight off you know
Real shit, we got in these streets our damn self, nigga
Nigga makin' all these, we goin' let that shit go though, man
But you know what? F U C K you, mothafucka, nigga, f..ck you