f*ck Em All lyrics

[Intro: BabySolid]
Yeah (Whoa)
Babylife, b*tch (b*tch)
(f*ck is you talking about)
Hm, gang, gang (Babylife sh*t)
Hm, yeah, brr (EBG up in this b*tch)

[Verse 1: BabySolid]
Babylife beatin yo' block like Muhammad Ali
You diss on Babylife sh*t, we gon' knock out yo' teeth
My young n*ggas' stick at yo' house, so you don't want no beef
I walk with that iron, and these f*ck n*ggas walk with a crease
BabySolid gon' pop like he motherf*ckin' grease
We going for mans 'cause he throwin' a C
This Babylife sh*t, so my stick got a double D
I got my stripes, but a n*gga not bumblebee
Pop out the cut, man you don't want war with me
Solid gang sh*t, boy my whoa fire the blunt for me
Whoa down by my arm, man, that n*gga look up to me
EBG Band Gang, leave yo’ ass down at the funeral
You don't got no killas, no
I say the word and my killas on go
Free King 30, gon' do it for Sumo
Yeah, yeah
Run the f*ck down with that stick, but I don't need no cardio
I'm in the trap with Luigi, but n*gga not Mario
I send yo' namе black & white like a Oreo
Comе to yo' block, shootin' sh*t like a video
I get that boy gone like Mysterio
You hear my name in that motherf*ckin' stereo
b*tches gon' f*ck for the fame, that's yo' regional
They don't want static, my n*ggas got radios
I got some shooters, got green like the marigold
You don't want no smoke, get you popped like a cherry hoe
Hell nah, I can't switch, but this Glock what I carry though
b*tch, f*ck all of yo' dead bros
Babylife come to yo' door with that redrum
Can't go out bad, man I gotta stay 10 toes
Call me Bin Laden, but f*ck with a Kilo
Woah, woah, woah
Babylife vamp, you can see on my fangs
I got some vamps finna fly out the cage
Who in the f*ck thinkin' they brave?
Who gon' step in they name?
My dudes they cannot be saved
Know I'm gon' die 'bout the gang
Do any sh*t for the gang, hrr, hrr
Throw it up, what do you bang?
[Verse 2: Glokk40Spaz]
Huh, hrr
b*tch, I'm gf, I throw 10 letter
Caught my damn opp in a black & white Gucci sweater
f*ck with King 30, yo' ass gon' get robbed together
Where you at n*gga? We can rock out whenever
Hm, bandgang come in yo' trap
I don't hang with di*kriders or n*ggas who cap
Know some n*ggas got shot with that stick, ain't even lackin'
Pop out with that glizzy, I make n*ggas panic
Turn him to a ghost like that boy Danny Phantom
These n*ggas be switching like Hannah Montana
I do what I want, I f*ck b*tches on camera
Baby wan' do it, we ban a n*gga right from Atlanta
Me and King 30 used to post up on camera
Pop out with that Tekken like BabySantana
Make n*ggas bite nails when we ride with them hammers
In the woods with them sticks, we don't need no damn camo
That n*gga a b*tch with a fye, his real name is Rambo
[?] that motherf*ckin' Kilo gon' go on commando
He don't got no motion, why the f*ck he keep comin' to the bando?
He done doubled the sack with that fire, but he couldn't pay his bond
You the type of hoe, that talk n*ggas head off and make n*ggas yawn
Like hoe, man, shut the f*ck up with that jam (Man, shut the f*ck up)
Free 30, free BJ, Juglizzy too
Don't come around me with that deuce deuce
Man, stop all that cappin' on YouTube
These n*ggas big square, they need tutus
I think I done lost about 2 screws
How many they think? My doctor said 42
I won't pipe ya' head up, you just boring, boo
In the G ride jumpset, it's a rented coupe
He a snitch, but I just can't help to shoot
Send the blitz, n*gga, do what you got to
Young n*gga just doubled down with them fyes too
Pull up to yo' block, thug off under you
I with them birds, n*ggas went coo-coo
Locked down all the fye, know I'm with Juju
We control these b*tches, just like they Roku
I know he gon' snitch, but I let him shoot
[Outro: Glokk40Spaz]
Snitch
b*tch-ass n*gga
Snitch-ass n*gga
Hrr
(f*ck is you talking about)