Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck Em, artist - Marlo. Album song 1st & 3rd, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Fuck Em |
Fuck the other side, I’m riding with my niggas |
They say they shooting for you, but them niggas ain’t no killers |
And if I pull the stick, gon see who riding with you |
And I got some real westside rockin |
Type of niggas |
I was on the block with |
Hit the spot and I’m going crazy |
Killer on the way, Imma give him 80 |
Got 4 I’m thinking bout taking |
MDC |
Shoot a hundred out that stick, lil nigga |
Niggas say they got work, nigga we take them bricks |
Nigga, we gon stand up on that westside shit |
OG with real robbers before they got them bricks |
Never been no talk, cause we gon shoot, yeah |
All them round my neck, they think I hoop, yeah |
Speak on something you saw, no, we don’t do that |
Switch up on the gang, I can’t do that |
Eastside shit |
I’m on that big box shit, |
I’m on that real dope boy, how dope are my Reeboks shit |
Mob your hoe, dodge the blow |
I got some killers that’ll rob the store |
I’m with the shit, my prices high |
You gonna pay |
I went to jail, |
You gotta know cause I got the |
I went to hell, she stuck around |
I’m with the jack niggas, I’m with the trap niggas |
I don’t entertain them, I don’t fuck with rap niggas |
I’m with the don’t throw it back niggas |
She was so pationt, so I got back with her |
Asked me for a perse, but I told her «no» |
I ain’t trickin bitch, should’ve got a |
I say what I feel, |
Why would you turn into somoething |
They want my position, I’m no one to play |
On my career in a way |
Don’t open the door, bitch I told you it was dope in there |
Hands in the clouds, you can’t put your coat in there |
Use a whip, but don’t eat with that silverwear |
Came up from nothing, my hood made a millionaire |
On the boat with my jewelry, water on water |
I used to trap out of old Empalas |
Fuck on her, she call me daddy, her father |
Here for today, I don’t know her tomorrow |
I’m the big speaker |
Line them back up if you going |
Big bag, I’m a rich nigga, don’t bargan |
Shoot a hundred out that stick, lil nigga |
Niggas say they got work, nigga we take them bricks |
Nigga, we gon stand up on that westside shit |
OG with real robbers before they got them bricks |
Never been no talk, cause we gon shoot, yeah |
All them round my neck, they think I hoop, yeah |
Speak on something you saw, no, we don’t do that |
Switch up on the gang, I can’t do that |