Soulja Slim - Motha f** You lyrics

[talking] Ah-ah, Cut Throat to the motherf**ing Bone gristle, you understand me f** another n***a, f** em [Hook] Motherf** you, and your n***as Cause me and my n***as, we terrorize n***as Motherf** you, and your n***as Cause me and my n***as, we ride or die n***as [Soulja Slim] I spray gats like raid, when the roaches come out You wanna f** with the team, then the coaches come out Holes in your mouth, bullets leaving holes in your house Ice block so cold, n***as catching a gout Set I trends, f**ing two cat eyed friends Getting brain in the back, of the cat-eyed Benz Black eyed lens, looking like M-I-B When I be, stomping through your VIP H.N.I.C., represent that MP3 f** you, you ain't getting nothing from me But hot lead to your dome, black thick and chrome That's all I tote, sticky-ayo that's all I smoke Now there I go rambling, but I could back it up fast Catch you in the club, I scuffle your b**h a** Brigadors be down to die for me, soldiers be down to ride for me Bistanders do get hit, no apologies [Hook x2] [Curren$y] Now when the 4-4's, come out You'd think your whole click was Ludacris, the way they rolling out It's Curren$y the Hot Spitter, I control the South Look at who I be around, then you'll know what I'm bout Brah you don't want me, to come through Cause one pop out the glock, I'll leave your fat head with a sun roof Please understand me, brah when my album drop Me and C-Murder, bringing guns to the Grammy's Hoes loving on me, so these n***as can't stand me But they know I got the heat, like Miami Hot Spitter got loot, growing like mildew That with the cameras, instead of the rearview Hit you point blank range, I ain't even near you My n***as ain't from Pittsburgh, but we'll steal you Riding on chrome, all 21 and up Yours under 18, can't even get in the club so [Hook x2] [Tre-Nitty] Murder instincts we speaking, tweaking And leave a n***a, leaking on the concrete You run up with cowards, all I got is one n***a behind me At a time to cover my back, and other than that Ain't too many n***as, gon cover my tracks So I feed him, with a long handle Man I'm in the desert, and surviving is a strong gandle So I can't be walking, in the wrong sandles Feeling like all I got, is me myself and I Don't know too many, that I can leave my wealth and die Empty, cause I know that drama will only increase And who's gonna carry me, when I'm trapped under them bed sheets Sealing the sheets with hot blood, n***as steady saying they got love And I'm the one laying with hot slugs, sh** I've been there And any n***a that I f** with, is just like me So when we beefing, that's the n***a you just might see But everybody claiming know 12, saying we blow wells And how I hung with him, but can't say what I done with him [Hook x4]