F**k Em

Fuck Em Yo Gotti Label told me not to drop a tape, fuck 'em P.O. told me not to leave the state, fuck 'em Fuck 'em Fuck 'em Young nigga, you got a nine, you're doing fine Your dawg down, front him an ounce, I can see you tryin' I respect your grind 252, I respect the 9 And I know 9 niggas jellin', 3 of them tellin' I got 9 niggas with me, 8 of them are felons 9 fresh off the slab Tell 'em fuck it, gon' front you the whole half Pussy cat niggas, they got 9 lives So I'ma try to kill 'em 9 times Shout out to niggas on the block and the bitches in beauty shops With rollers in their head, their niggas off in the fed Collectin' every calls, send pictures and writin' letters And makin' every visit, y'all the realest bitches ever, 100, 100 See niggas don't get it, my nigga, like, niggas talkin' 'bout they want a bad bitch, say a street nigga need a real bitch, you know what I'm sayin'? Ho you gon' go through somethin', nigga took you on 9 trips to 9 countries, ran through 9 hundred thou. And a nigga locked up for 9 days and a bitch gone. Damn These bitches temporary, my hustle necessary One thing about me and a ho, I ain't never worried 99 problems, 1 issue them folks'll lynch you You on the court and you ball and them feds'll come and bench you forreal Indite you, 25 life you, forreal My homie told me not to cross the plug, but fuck him We're down bad, I told him what it was, so fuck it Fuck 'em Fuck 'em My album drop, it may not sell a record, but fuck it Kill a nigga, make them hoes respect it, fuck it Fuck it Fuck it