Lil Flip, Z-Ro, B.G. Duke , Point Blank, Will-Lean - Fuck Dat Nigga lyrics

Oh yeah, all the fucked niggas gotta get
The fuck out the way
Know what time it is nigga, Screwed Up Click

Man fuck that nigga (fuck that nigga)
Keep running your mouth
I'mma touch that nigga
Man fuck that nigga (fuck that nigga)
You ain't heard about my state
We Screwed Up nigga
Will-Lean you riding (yeah I'm riding)
BG duke you riding (yeah I'm riding)
Z-Ro you riding (yeah I'm riding)
Point Blank you riding (hell yeah I'm riding)

Motherfuck you I'll rush you
Bitch I don't trust you like AT&T
My guillotines reach out and touch ya
Bust ya like a head off your shoulders
Then dust ya
Pluck my desert eagle to the bone


Then crush ya
See I'm a hustler, just look at my wrist
All yellow canary diamonds, looking like piss
Yo Flip, these boys acting sour
I got money and respect
Plus I'm packing power stacking up dollars
Niggas wanna fuck with me
If it's hood it's all good, so tuck your heat
Even though I'm on parole
I still clutch my heat
Pick up the street sweeper
To sweep up the street

I got my serve, that ain't your mama
Smack you with the pistol and tell ya
I ain't your mama i'm ready for drama
I sleep with the fo' pound it ain't shit
To send my free lancers to your town
Ladies, we just ain't talking bout you
Cause some of these niggas, is bitches too
And you know who, no need to say no name
I'mma gas these niggas up
Like a tank of propane
They say we ain't strapped, they lied to ya
They say Flip ain't from Cloverland
They lied to ya
We got the mansion three kitchen
Ain't lying brah mayback reclining seats
'case we get tired brah

Everytime I open my mouth
I'mma see talking shit
Fuck a rap nigga I slap niggas
It's best you keep on walking bitch
I represent the Southside, of Screwston Texas
Got my name spinning in yellow diamonds
Right up under my Rap-A-Lot necklace
But fuck some shine brah
I'll loosen your tooth
Better get wet ya with my tech weapon
And swoop in the coupe
Cause, I'm a gangsta my nigga
Coming from the left side
Equipped with a pistol grip
That will open your chest wide
I'm the King of the Ghetto
I gave myself that name
Ain't nobody help me get rich
I made myself that change
Talking bout charging me
Twenty thousand dollars, to spit a verse
Bitch I'm a legend read about me
Fuck it come and see about me
Right now I'm at war with eleven niggas
And seven record labels
You can jump your narrow ass in line
And straight up get strangled
Z-Ro the Crooked
The gangsta of the Screwed Up Click
Fuck all that ear boxing
Go 'head and lace ya shoes up bitch

Watch your mouth now
Cause what you say can bring death
One day you gon say some shit
A nigga can't accept point Blank the Bull
A big chip off the old block
It ain't gotta be in Cloverland
To be a Clover Gee block
Boy we run this shit
Flip having fun with this shit
And you tripping, blank how the fuck you get
A gun in this bitch
When I see him nighty night
Southside gon be iight
I know I might do some time
Just shoot me a kite
I write straight from the heart
So I shoot straight for the heart
If Flip said fuck TI
Then it's fuck that mark
Southsi' for li', till I flatline trick
Talk a lot of shit
But I can back mine bitch what's up

Oh, no, that nigga ain't scaring me
Look I don't wanna hear about
Your ass weighing ki's
This lil' nigga ain't a threat
You a peon nigga cause in my hood
I play the corner like Deon nigga
Them niggas only fucking with you
Cause you pay em for beats
And I saw that bullshit
Grill you got on your teeth
My grill cost thirty G's, my ice cost fifteen
Say you gained a lil' weight
If you drank some lean
Hey, I got beef with a
Nigga that weigh eighty pounds
He wear my bracelet in the pool
That nigga'd probably drown
Big Oomp got my back, Pastor Troy got my back
And you know, Ludacris got my fucking back
Asking bout my whole team
He know I roll with G's
So why should I fear a man
That bleed like me
Down in Texas, we ain't feeling you kid
As far as record sales go
I'm killing you bitch

Nigga, now how you gon try to charge Z-Ro
Twenty grand, for a mo'fucking verse
Nigga, that shit ain't worth a
God damn wing dinner bitch