Lil'Flip & Z-Ro

Lil'Flip & Z-Ro - Fuck Dat Nigga lyrics

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(feat. Will-Lean, B.G. Duke, Point Blank)

[Lil' Flip]

Oh, yeah, all the fuck niggaz got to get the fuck out the way

You know what time it is nigga, Screwed Up Click

[Chorus: Lil' Flip]

Man fuck dat nigga, (Fuck dat nigga)

Runnin your mouth I'ma touch dat nigga

Man fuck dat nigga, (Fuck dat nigga)

If you neva heard by my state bitch screwed up nigga

Will-Lean you ridin (Yeah I'm ridin)

B.G. Duke you ridin (Yeah I'm ridin)

Z-Ro you ridin (Yeah I'm ridin)

Point Blank you ridin (Hell yeah I'm ridin)

Let's go

[Will-Lean]

Motha fuck you, I rush you, bitch I don't thrush you

Like AT&T (My abilityne) bitch I didn't touch you

Brush ya, like your head off your shoulders getgusha

Block my desert Eagle to the bone and crusha

You see I'm a hustla just look at my wrist

All yellow canary diamonds lookin like pants

Yo Flip yo Flip, these boys actin tall

I got money and respect plus I'm packin problems

Stackin no dollars niggaz want to fuck wit me

If your sweater is all good, so tuck your hid

Even though I'm on parole I still cluntch my hid

Because the Streetsweeper

That sweep up the street

[B.G. Duke]

I got my girl that ain't your mama

I smack you with the pistol and tell you I ain't your mama

I'm ready for drama

I sleep wit a four pound

It ain't shit cause see I send my three laps to your town

Lays, we just ain't talkin' about you

Cause some of these niggaz is bitches too

And you know who, no need to say no name

Cause I'ma gas these niggaz like a tank of propane

They say we ain't strap, they lied to ya

They say Flippa ain't from cloverland, they lied to ya

We got the magin three kitchen, they ain't lyin bro

Manufacturin clinin sixcase we ain't tired bro

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]

Every time I open my mouth, I'ma see talkin' shit

Fuck a rat nigga I slap nigga

These bitch you keep on walkin bitch

I represent the Southside of Screwstum Texas

I got my name spinnin yellow down that right upon my rap a lot necklace

Fuck some shine bro I loosened it to

You better get rich with my tech weapon that came from coupe

Cause I'm a gangsta my nigga comin from the left side

If you put that nigga if your tooth in the chest fire

I'm the king of the Ghetto I gave myself that name

Ain't nobody here gettin' rich I make myself that change

Talkin' about chores and two thousand dollars to spend a verse

Bitch I'm a Legend read about me fuck it come see about me

Right now I'm in glove eleven niggaz and seven record labels

You can jump my neva ass line to straight up to strangle

Z-Ro the crippa gangsta the Screwed Up Click

Fuck all in here and I said go ahead and choose up bitch

[Chorus]

[Point Blank]

Watch your mouth now

Cause what you say could bring death

One day you gon say some shit that a nigga can't expect

Point Blank the bull, bitch you trip off the whole block

You ain't gotta be a cloverland to be a cloverland G block

Boy we run this shit, Flip havin fun wit this shit

He trippin blood how the fuck get a gun in this bitch

When I see him 99 Southside gon be all right

I know I might do some time

Just shoot me a kite

I rap straight through the heart

So I shoot straight for the heart

If Flip said fuck T.I. then it's fuck dat mob

South sid filly to a flat line trick

Talk a lot of shit but I could beg my bitch what sup

[Chorus]

[Lil' Flip]

Oh no that nigga ain't scarin me

I don't wanna hear about your ass weighin keys

This lil nigga ain't a threat you a peon nigga

Cause in my hood I play the corner like Deon nigga

The niggaz are fuckin wit you cause you pay em for beats

And I saw the bull shit grill you got on your teeth

My grill cost 30 G's, my ice cost 15

Say you gain a little weight if you drank some leen

Hey I got beef what a nigga done with 80 pounds

He weared my bracelet in the pool that nigga probably drown

Pitbull got my back

Pastor Troy got my back

And you know Ludacris got my fuckin back

Askin about my whole team you now I role wit G's

So why should I feel man and bleed like me

Down in Texas we ain't killin you kid

That's for records sells go I'm killin you bitch

[Chorus]

[Lil' Flip]

Nigga how you gonna charge Z-Ro 20 gram for a motherfuckin

[Verse]

Nigga that shit ain't worth a god damn wing dammit bitch

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