OG Maco, Migos - FUCKEMx3 lyrics

Ay, sheesh, damn (damn) damn, sheesh (damn)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em (OG Mac)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em (grah grah)
Ducko! Grah grah (OGG) , woo hoo (damn)
Bitch you guessed it yeah yeah!

(My enemies)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah
Woo hoo (Every nigga hatin')
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah
Sheesh (These dirty bitches)
Damn, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Fuck 'em, yeah yeah, woo hoo
Yeah yeah (fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
(fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah
These bitches, My enemies)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah
(Pussy niggas)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, woo hoo
(Bitch niggas)


Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, woo hoo
Sheesh (every pussy nigga hatin')
Sheesh (bitch you guessed it) , damn
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah
(OGG) , woo hoo
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em (OG Mac)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah
Woo hoo yeah yeah

Musty pussy maggot bitches tryna lick
My sack for riches
Mhm, yeah yeah, bet I seen your plan, uh huh
Bet I smelled it out, uh huh
Now we met their daughters cross the map
East Coast to the West Coast
OG Mac do the fucking most
Yeah yeah, told em bitch you guessed it
Now I’m living drinking, popping the seal
Got no prescription
You can read it, you can see it
You can want it but you won’t achieve it
You can see me but nigga, can you be me?
No no, no no, yeah yeah
Fuck 'em fuck 'em fuck 'em
I ain’t do it by myself

Lot of niggas want to hate on me
What’s the reason, nigga who knows
Say I’m focused on the wrong shit
We just putting up the new dope

(My enemies)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah
Woo hoo (Every nigga hatin')
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah
Sheesh (These dirty bitches)
Damn, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Fuck 'em, yeah yeah, woo hoo
Yeah yeah (fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
(fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah
These bitches)

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
We don’t love 'em, love 'em, love 'em
I’m a hustler, hustler, hustler
Rolex diamond flooded, flooded
Police they watching
Investigation undercover
I would never tell on my brother
I put it on my mother pull out the chopper
The chopper eat him like he mustard
Look at me now nigga, money grew up
Rudy Huxtable
Maison Margiela, we mafia like Goodfellas
I got 20 bitches on my schedule
I’m living better when you go to a Migos
Show it’s looking like Coachella
When the police ask me questions
Actin' like I don’t know better
Fuck a nigga
We don’t give a fuck about a sucker nigga
I got a milly, bought a Bentley
Hundred rounds up in my semi
Hit the fuck nigga with a chopper
Do you feel me now?
You a bitch nigga, pussy nigga
You need a fucking blouse
Fake goon, cartoon, you a Mickey Mouse
I got your bitch in my condo
I’m 'bout to fuck her now
Take a ride with a G, nigga buckle down
QC fuck nigga, catch 100 rounds

(These dirty bitches)
Damn, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Fuck 'em, yeah yeah, woo hoo
Yeah yeah (fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
(fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah
These bitches, My enemies)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, yeah yeah
(Pussy niggas)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, woo hoo
(Bitch niggas)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, woo hoo
Sheesh (every pussy nigga hatin')
Sheesh (bitch you guessed it) , damn

Fuck em, fuck em, nigga get out my section
Don’t want to see him
I don’t want to touch him
Look at my diamonds, my jeweler from Russia
Walk in the club with fifty
Chains like I’m Busta
When I say fuck em, migos come and get em
OG Maco and Migos some real niggas
Got 50 pigeons in the Charger
Pull up on the plug make that steal nigga
I'm pitchin' hardball like the Dodgers
I got the Green Bay pack, Aaron Rodgers
Chopper bullet coming, better dodge 'em
In the kitchen, cooking pot like a cobra
I pull out the pistol like
Mad Max off Shottas

Yeah yeah yeah, like OG Maco
Said, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
(fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
You ran off with the work
But flexing in the city, stupid motherfucker
(stupid motherfucker)
My mama told me I can fuck 'em
But you better not never ever trust 'em
(smash) they say Actavis discontinued
Check my cup I’m sipping muddy trouble
Pull up on a nigga at the red light
Hit em with the chopper
He a dead motherfucker
You fuck with my money, it’s repercussions
Niggas start running when they
See the chopper, a nigga gunning
Killing and itching
I got the bodies, don’t know where to dump em
Wrapping the work like a mummy
Finessing the plug for dummies
100K when I be kicking, pimping
Dripping in London when I open up the OG
Smell like a bag of the Funyons

Lot of niggas want to hate on me
What’s the reason, nigga who knows
Say I’m focused on the wrong shit
We just putting up the new dope