Testo F*** Everybody - Quezz Ruthless

Testo della canzone F*** Everybody (Quezz Ruthless), tratta dall'album Y.N.S

Yo, uh, let's go
Yo, fuck all these niggas, that's just how I'm feelin'
If ain't 'bout no money, then I don't wanna talk
No, yo, let's go
Yo, fuck all these niggas, that's just how I'm feelin'
If ain't 'bout my money, then I don't wanna talk
No, yo, let's go
Uh, let's go, let's go, let's go
Fuck all these niggas, that's just how I'm feeling
If ain't 'bout no money, then I don't wanna talk
All my niggas dead, but ain't nobody killin'
I don't want no new friends, just some M's and the vault
Pop out a rack like I just robbed a bank
Whole time I was stackin', why them niggas talkin'?
Still out with your head when I kick you out bitch
So I buy me a nigga to move through cautious
I was gon' get me a chain just to pop it
But I had said, "Fuck it, keep stackin' and wait"
I ain't got no time for that lil' shit
When I go to wife her, I'm tryna drop a cool hunnid K
I know his niggas still envy and hate
So I'm on that dumb shit if he's comin' my way
But I ain't got no time to be lookin'
For niggas I'm tryna stack a mill' like I ain't never ate
Bitches get caught out of bounds and they different
They wipe 'em off like he a stain on the plate
It really don't matter wherever we catch 'em
We scratch 'em that bitch can get caught in a eight
In other words don't get caught out out of place
Out of town with them sticks, got a full body cage
Rich nigga but I still trap out them ways
Drop 'em all off before I drop a fade
Fuck all these niggas, that's just how I'm feeling
If ain't 'bout no money, then I don't wanna talk
All my niggas dead, but ain't nobody killin'
I don't want no new friends, just some M's and the vault
Pop out a rack like I just robbed a bank
Whole time I was stackin', why them niggas talkin'?
Still out with your head when I kick you out bitch
So I buy me a nigga to move through cautious
She sippin' on Trish, got me feelin' exhausted
I'm in the mall with no racks in my denim
I buy what I want, give a fuck what it cost
This bitch won't fuckin' come suck on a kick
And they heard that a young nigga get to it ballin'
I heard he spoke on my night just to fuck on a bitch
But she still think a young nigga fly
She steal out my pic every time that we ball
And she know that a young nigga pop out with dawg shit
Yo, ah, yo, woah, let's go
Yo, uh, let's go
Fuck all these other bitches, I don't care
Ain't about my money, I don't wanna talk



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