F**k You (feat. Webbie & Pimp C)

(Fuck you)

What's up, what's happenin'

This Weebie Trill Young Savage AKA Lil Baton Rouge

However you wanna me (Big Head Boy you stay yo ass outta jail)

Now look at the bad bitches ****

Fuck them industry ****

**** made it hard on me

But I'ma keep it in the streets

Long as I got my CDs **** I'm straight

Ya heard me ****, let's go this real **** shit hah

Damn **** how you do it like that

Make the gangsta ass **** bump to music like that

Make them bitch fine hoes shake they bootie like that

Twenty one row scrap with Lil Boosie it like that

Play mad games with me, I'll do ya like that

I'm a grown man, bitch, pursue me like that

Smoke nothin' but the best cruise and lay back

With some trill **** that I knew just way back

Still young, I ain't caught my first murder case yet

Stay scrapin' and can't wait to push a **** face back

Number one on 106, still around the racetrack

Still hangin' in the mix, where I ain't safe at

I'm on some foolishness shit with these Rutgers 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 thrill and from my heart man I feel

****, fuck you, yeah, I fucked your bitch, ****

Fuck you and you better not say shit, ****

Fuck you, yeah, you be runnin' that shit, ****

Fuck you, you ain't got none of that shit, ****

****, fuck you, yeah, I fucked your bitch, ****

Fuck you and you better not say shit, ****

Fuck you, yeah, you be runnin' that shit, ****

Fuck you, you ain't got none of that shit, ****

I did your bitch outta pocket, put some dick in her ass

I got a eighty four baritz and its sittin' on glass

I'm a young pimp **** with a whole lotta swagger

And I roll like a stone, like my name Mick Jagger

Pussy **** can't fuck with the pimp in the savage

We gettin' sucked in every city, make a whole lot of cabbage

Gettin' head on the regular level ya ain't shit

Some real trill **** 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', **** knock out ya brain

Leave a lump in ya lap, your tongue on your dash

So I bust seventeen and I smashed the gas

****, fuck you, yeah, I fucked your bitch, ****

Fuck you and you better not say shit, ****

Fuck you, yeah, you be runnin' that shit, ****

Fuck you, you ain't got none of that shit, ****

****, fuck you, yeah, I fucked your bitch, ****

Fuck you and you better not say shit, ****

Fuck you, yeah, you be runnin' that shit, ****

Fuck you, you ain't got none of that shit, ****

Fuck you ****

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 ****

Southside gangsta ****

Fuck everything you goin' through, Badazz'll punish you

Show no love, love will get you killed, so here we come for you

Gats a gat a stack's a stack, my click they'll beast

It's goin' down where we roam, in the hotel suite

Old lady gone crazy, caught me rollin up three

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 to put that dick in ya ass

****, fuck you, yeah, I fucked your bitch, ****

Fuck you and you better not say shit, ****

Fuck you, yeah, you be runnin' that shit, ****

Fuck you, you ain't got none of that shit, ****

****, fuck you, yeah, I fucked your bitch, ****

Fuck you and you better not say shit, ****

Fuck you, yeah, you be runnin' that shit, ****

Fuck you, you ain't got none of that shit, ****

Fuck all y'all ****

If you ain't rollin' with us

Fuck you ****

**** makin' all these broad statements

You'll be on a motherfuckin' shirt

****

Face the shit ****

If your ass washed up you washed up

It's a new era ****

For this gangsta shit

And we don't play no games

Y'all **** be rappin' 'bout that shit

But we put that tool on yo bitch ass ****

Go shit yo ass down ****

Garbage ass ****

Bfi ass ****

**** we got in this shit straight off you know

Real shit

We got in these streets our damn self

**** makin' these

We goin' let that shit go

But you know what

F-U-C-K, You muthafucka **** fuck