Fuck All Y'all lyrics

Intro:

Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody

Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all

Verse 1

Money gone fuck friends

I need a homie that know me

when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me

I got problems ain't nobody calling back

now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats

Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl

Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and

all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew

we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins

You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc

a nigga just got paid and we still was broke

It took time but finally the cash was mine

all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind

Look around and all I see is snakes and faces

like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's

and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends

They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all

Chorus

Fuck all y'all 2x

Verse 2

I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use

cause I'm a hopeless thug

Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was

way back in the day before they put the crack in the way

and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day

It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough

I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Thug for life scrawled all across the wall

and all about my dollars make me want to holla

drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow

I know it's gettin' crazy after dark

these marks keep on huffin' and puffin'

ain't no fear in my heart

What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive

I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai

In 94 I'll be going solo

too many problems with my own

so I'm rolling do-do

Fuck all y'all

Chorus 3x

Verse 3

I went from rags to riches quick

to socializing with the baddest bitches

went from a bucket to a rag with switches

I'm seein' death around the corner

I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I want to

I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai

mixed with some indonesia watch me fly

And even though I know the cops behind me

hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)

will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court

Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before

I know they want to see a nigga buried

but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs

got me locked in these chains

and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout

soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out

And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball

I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all

Repeat of intro