Fuck You - Slim Thug

As is, I ain’t changing for you suckers

If you ain’t fucking with me, fuck ya

And if you ain’t feeling how I feel, fuck ya

You bitches ain’t paying my bills, so fuck ya

I’m a Boss, hogg outlaw, riding for my clique

Or you can ride with us or eat a sick dick

I tell it how it is, them niggas speak fiction

I gotta keep it real, that shit is an addiction

So open up ya ears, all ya gotta do is listen

Then every time you see me, I’ma pull the description

If I say I got a Bentley than that bitch outside

If I say the watch 50, ask my jeweler if I lie

Thug boss bitch

I don’t give a fuck, if I do it’s fuck you

If you don’t like what a nigga do, fuck you

That shit you niggas talking ain’t true, fuck you

We got our money right nigga, what you wanna do

I don’t give a fuck, if I do it’s fuck you

If you don’t like what a nigga do, fuck you

That shit you niggas talking ain’t true, fuck you

We got our money right nigga, what you wanna do

I don’t give a fuck, if I do, it’s fuck you

Running threw these hoes like Maurice Jones Drew

Life on the edge, I want my jumpsuit

My hoes keep their mouth closed like they suck glue

Weezy in this bitch, Thugga I got ya

I’m all up in they face like the fucking eye doctor

Fuck with me wrong turn ya brains into pasta

Double barrel punk, it look like nostrils

Real nigga status, real nigga period

You a real nigga, now that’s a conspiracy

Young money shit, you gon need some artillery

Science class nigga, me and money got chemistry

Ain’t no punchlines in my rhymes I’m like this and like that

Its just 36 lines of straight facts

Okay I take that back, 36 lines of crack

Now that’s a brick hard nigga can you buy that

Try that

Is that shit that you rap about real?

Okay tell me this, how many niggas you done killed?

Okay, tell me this, is your clique really trill

Or you just get gassed on, these pay the bills

The niggas tell the truth what would they be saying

Be caught up in the streets and be like I was just playing

That’s why they get robbed or set up for the slam

I’ma be me even when I’m verse laying