Fuck Everybody Else

Heavy Camp
Yeah, bitch bitch bitch
Suck my dick dick dick
I can't wait till I beat these muhfuckin 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 fuck 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, fuck 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 fuck with bitches they fake
I can't fuck with niggas they hate, if you fuck 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 fuck what they said 'bout me
I'm like fuck 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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuck 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