Fck Everybody lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, I don't know what the f*ck goin' on with these n*ggas, man, but all that cappin' sh*t gon' have to stop
I'm fed up with all the bullsh*t, all the Instagram lies, all that sh*t
And I'ma be the that expose you, my n*gga, If you feel some type of way, come get at me
I'm always near you, I'm always nearby, uh
YCOE
Ayy, turn me up, I don't think they heard me
YCOE, YCOE, YCOE
n*ggas know what the f*ck goin' on

[Verse]
Get back for your partner 'dem, y'all n*ggas still ain't came and slide
Y'all n*ggas still ain't came and spin, y'all n*ggas ain't let no 30 ride
We hit they block with Diamondbacks, we made them lil' boys duck and dodge
Shot at his mama room, we tryna make that lil' boy terrified
I ain't gon' liе, that n*gga Luh Loaded a b*tch
You was just claimin' YC, now you all on the opps' di*k, huh
Shakin' my head, Atlanta n*ggas makе no sense
Better watch who you hit raw, Atlanta hoes walkin' 'round sick
4E me, don't 4L me, I'm from the West, not from the East
And don't keep talkin' 'bout 43va, Big YC, I'm not 43
I know y'all n*ggas want me dead, but y'all ain't catchin' up to me
If I see that rappin' n*gga Meat, gon' have to sweep him off his feet, huh
Y'all n*ggas in the Hamp ain't doin' sh*t, y'all need to chill
Say he got a switch, but I got somethin' that's gon' take out a bear
Lil' bruh got hit in his top, said it's a new opp in the air
I'll be damned to be a rat, they better tie me to the chair
Oh, he say he ain't double back? But I'm gon' double back for real
Y'all n*ggas pick y'all partner up, we had him slidin' down that hill
That n*gga dead as hell, I guess he thought that he was made of steel
Oh, I think I hear the jakes, I told lil' bro it's time to peel
f*ck an FG, I ain't beefin' with them shrimps
What the f*ck is a Fast Money? On my life, them n*ggas wimps (What the f*ck?)
If I can't hit y'all both, I gotta dip
My fingerprints inside the system, I let bae fill up my clips
Lil Jay never shot his gun, that boy just good for makin' posts
Tye told you drop the lo', you ain't text back, that boy went ghost
All that sh*t they say be false, they tryna put on for y'all hoes
And y'all better get some get-back for them n*ggas y'all called bros
Can somebody go and tell Lil Tez he need to stop the rap?
You ain't gettin' out the hood with that, you better hit the trap
Y'all n*ggas give us credit, we put the young n*ggas on the map
Loaded, we was your protection, all them songs you made was cap
f*ck a 4A, keep a shooter in the cut, somethin' like Ginóbili
Mm, mm, turn around, tryna put my kids on your face
Like I said, I don't care nothin' 'bout no A, so stay in your place
Ho, you only good for pus*y, shawty, let me work on your Chase
[Outro]
sh*t, man, hey
I don't even be meanin' to say all this sh*t, man, but it is what it is
I know you f*ck n*ggas hate me, man
Come catch up, come do somethin'
'Cause remember, I'ma always be near you and I'm always near you, man, I'm probably outside your window
I know you be seein' me in your dreams and sh*t
I know you terrified of me, lil' boy, you ain't gotta be scared to show it
Just know I'm comin' for you, boy
YCOE