Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck You, artist - Youth Brigade. Date of issue: 06.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck You |
| Yeah, y’all know what time it is nigga |
| I’m bringin’a lot of shit today |
| I’m bringin M-Child |
| I’m bringin’two for ya |
| I’m also bringin’the pain nigga |
| 'Cause when I come, I’m comin’for you |
| So you better ask some-mothafuckin-body |
| For the 9−8, until 2 G’s nigga |
| I’m takin’over |
| You understand this type of shit |
| Three 6 Mafia, Hypnotize, Prophet Posse |
| Fuck you bitch! |
| (M-Child) |
| 1 — When we high off that green and gin |
| Ain’t no tellin what we’ll do You got some ani’with the crew? |
| (Fuck you! Fuck You!) |
| With that heat we be bussin |
| Conversation no discussion |
| Hollow points they comin straight at you! |
| (Fuck You! Fuck You!) |
| Bustin’bitches daily, maybe it’s the herb in me |
| I wanna see what you hidden for, shake 'em and see |
| Time to steal, time to kill, time to get real, and wassup |
| I’m just a beefin’in the club, tear that fuckin’bitch up |
| I’m in the corner 'round some smoke, smokin’fine ass weed |
| Freakin’like Vanessa Del Rio, won’t you take you a peak |
| MOB, it was me, bringin’shit to the door |
| I be the lady unabomber, bombin’bitches and mo' |
| So time to go toe to toe, with a bitch that be rockin' |
| Ain’t nothin’stoppin’Prophet Posse 'til your body be droppin' |
| You fuckin’bitch, spittin’rhythms in your rhyme like a joke |
| I’m gonna tote you like a 90 when I’m pullin’that dope |
| I know you’re hopin’that I’ll fall to my face, but I ain’t |
| My shoes are stuck to the ground when I walk out on bank |
| Another fuckin’LP dropped like it’s some rice |
| We be straight like 9:15, bitch, FUCK your spot |
| Nigga! |
| (M-Child) |
| Let cha let cha mind explode |
| With these lyrics I control |
| Just a peak to let you see |
| how M-Child do it in Flip Mode |
| Now I’m baddest on a level |
| Find a new way to be paid |
| Ain’t gon’burn or slice or beat 'em down |
| With bats and Prophet dank |
| Yellin’thangs, I’m comin’up |
| And niggas want your life to live |
| Pack that steel if you real |
| But you better shoot to kill |
| All that flossin’ain’t gon’do |
| Bring a gun without the clip |
| And for the rest of your life |
| You’ll be walkin’around with a half-ass limp |
| Read my lips, don’t FUCK with us Because we dangerous |
| And when we on that good stuff |
| Like a junkie, we be anxious |
| to get up in yo shit |
| And take your life with all quickness |
| A Orange Mound playa that be strictly bout his business |
| Watch out, nigga |
| Don’t give a fuck, nigga |
| Walk on top of water |
| We some mean ass niggas |
| Prophet 'til I fry |
| So fuck with me, you can’t avoid |
| Plus the first time you slip |
| You goin bungee jumpin without the cord, BITCH!!! |
| (Koopsta Knicca) |
| Coulda been a friend, seemed to busy pimpin' |
| Gettin’upon the skin |
| I had no team, 34 Hancock |
| Puttin’them cuts upon these men |
| Again it’s on, don’t be phony |
| Tellin’these hoes that I love 'em |
| You think you’re tough fool |
| Look at your ?, hey, they groupies |
| Nigga, don’t give a fuck |
| Wanna know 'bout better things |
| That fool is gonna be? |
| Raisin’doja, what I saw is me |
| I best get the motha-fucka off |
| B-b-ba-da-boom, pa-ta-pa-ta-pow |
| Loadin’got me goin’down |
| Swear I’m trippin' |
| 'Fore I come up, just-a left a fuckin’cal |
| On the ground with the 40 |
| Hell, and me criticizing', no Ho, I never sold no dope |
| Oh shit, then shoot me cuz I’m? |
| Some of them charges, said the sergeant |
| You been wanted for the longest, on the street, they call you Creep |
| Nah, nigga, my name is ?? |
| Well, if you’re wanted |
| Then I’m gonna give you something to collect |
| Man, you can take that mothafuckin’gat |
| And stick that heat up your ass |
| Nine in my ?, got the 5 ??? |
| 3 with the tag around my throat, gotta let me go 2 — Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey… |
| Fuck you, fuck you |
| Repeat 2 to fade |