Fuck Dat Nigga Lyrics - Lil' Flip

Oh yeah, all the fucked niggaz gotta get the fuck out the way 

Know what time it is nigga, Screwed Up Click 

Man, fuck that nigga 

(Fuck that nigga) 

Keep running your mouth 

I'ma touch that nigga 

Man, fuck that nigga 

(Fuck that nigga) 

You ain't heard about my state 

We Screwed Up nigga 

Will-Lean you riding 

(Yeah, I'm riding) 

B.G. Duke you riding 

(Yeah I'm riding) 

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Z-Ro, you riding 

(Yeah, I'm riding) 

Point Blank, you riding 

(Hell yeah, I'm riding) 

Motherfuck you, I'll rush you, bitch, I don't trust you 

Like AT&T, my guillotines reach out and touch ya 

Bust ya like a head off your shoulders, then dust ya 

Pluck my Desert Eagle to the bone, then crush ya 

See I'm a hustler, just look at my wrist 

All yellow canary diamonds, looking like piss 

Yo Flip, these boys acting sour 

I got money and respect, plus I'm packing power 

Stacking up dollars, niggaz wanna fuck with me 

If it's hood, it's all good, so tuck your heat 

Even though I'm on parole, I still clutch my heat 

Pick up the street sweeper, to sweep up the street 

Photos 

I got my serve, that ain't your mama 

Smack you with the pistol and tell ya, I ain't your mama 

I'm ready for drama, I sleep with the fo' pound 

It ain't shit to send my free lancers to your town 

Ladies, we just ain't talking 'bout you 

'Cause some of these niggaz is bitches too 

And you know who, no need to say no name 

I'ma gas these niggaz up, like a tank of propane 

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

They say Flip ain't from Cloverland, they lied to ya 

We got the mansion, n three kitchen, ain't lying brah 

Maybach, reclining seats, 'case we get tired, brah 

Man, fuck that nigga 

(Fuck that nigga) 

Keep running your mouth 

I'ma touch that nigga 

Man, fuck that nigga 

(Fuck that nigga) 

You ain't heard about my state 

We Screwed Up nigga 

Will-Lean, you riding 

(Yeah, I'm riding) 

B.G. Duke, you riding 

(Yeah I'm riding) 

Z-Ro, you riding 

(Yeah, I'm riding) 

Point Blank, you riding 

(Hell yeah, I'm riding) 

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

Fuck a rap nigga, I slap niggaz, it's best you keep on walking bitch 

I represent the Southside of Screwston, Texas 

Got my name spinning in yellow diamonds 

Right up under my Rap-A-Lot necklace 

But fuck some shine, brah, I'll loosen your tooth 

Better get wet ya with my tech weapon and swoop in the coupe 

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

Equipped with a pistol grip, that will open your chest wide 

I'm the King of the Ghetto, I gave myself that name 

Ain't nobody help me get rich, I made myself that change 

Talking 'bout charging me twenty thousand dollars to spit a verse 

Bitch, I'm a legend, read about me, fuck it, come and see about me 

Right now I'm barring eleven niggaz and seven record labels 

You can jump your narrow ass in line and straight up get strangled 

Z-Ro, the Crooked, the gangsta of the Screwed Up Click 

Fuck all that ear boxing, go 'head and lace ya shoes up, bitch 

Man, fuck that nigga 

(Fuck that nigga) 

Keep running your mouth 

I'ma touch that nigga 

Man, fuck that nigga 

(Fuck that nigga) 

You ain't heard about my state 

We Screwed Up nigga 

Will-Lean, you riding 

(Yeah, I'm riding) 

B.G. Duke, you riding 

(Yeah I'm riding) 

Z-Ro, you riding 

(Yeah, I'm riding) 

Point Blank, you riding 

(Hell yeah, I'm riding) 

Watch your mouth now, 'cause what you say can bring death 

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

Point Blank, the Bull, a big chip off the old block 

It ain't gotta be in Cloverland to be a Clover Gee block 

Boy, we run this shit, Flip having fun with this shit 

And you tripping, Blank, how the fuck you get a gun in this bitch? 

When I see him ninety nice, Southside gon' be iight 

I know I might do some time, just shoot me a kite 

I write straight from the heart, so I shoot straight for the heart 

If Flip said fuck T.I., then it's fuck that mark 

Southsi' for li', till I flat line trick 

Talk a lot of shit but I can back mine, bitch, what's up? 

Man, fuck that nigga 

(Fuck that nigga) 

Keep running your mouth 

I'ma touch that nigga 

Man, fuck that nigga 

(Fuck that nigga) 

You ain't heard about my state 

We Screwed Up nigga 

Will-Lean, you riding 

(Yeah, I'm riding) 

B.G. Duke, you riding 

(Yeah, I'm riding) 

Z-Ro, you riding 

(Yeah, I'm riding) 

Point Blank, you riding 

(Hell yeah, I'm riding) 

Oh no, that nigga ain't scaring me 

Look, I don't wanna hear about, your ass weighing ki's 

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

'Cause in my hood, I play the corner like Deon nigga 

Them niggaz only fucking with you, 'cause you pay 'em for beats 

And I saw that bullshit, grill you got on your teeth 

My grill cost thirty G's, my ice cost fifteen 

Say you gained a lil' weight if you drank some lean 

Hey, I got beef with a nigga that weigh eighty pounds 

He wear my bracelet in the pool, that nigga'd probably drown 

Big Oomp got my back, Pastor Troy got my back 

And you know, Ludacris got my fucking back 

Asking 'bout my whole team, he know I roll with G's 

So why should I fear a man that bleed like me 

Down in Texas, we ain't feeling you, kid 

As far as record sales go, I'm killing you, bitch 

Man, fuck that nigga 

(Fuck that nigga) 

Keep running your mouth 

I'ma touch that nigga 

Man, fuck that nigga 

(Fuck that nigga) 

You ain't heard about my state 

We Screwed Up nigga 

Will-Lean, you riding 

(Yeah, I'm riding) 

B.G. Duke, you riding 

(Yeah, I'm riding) 

Z-Ro, you riding 

(Yeah, I'm riding) 

Point Blank, you riding 

(Hell yeah, I'm riding) 

Nigga, now how you gon' try to charge Z-Ro 

Twenty grand for a mo'fucking verse 

Nigga, that shit ain't worth 

A goddamn wing dinner bitch