[Produced by J. Padron & Young Roc]
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Fuck 'em up
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
Fight, fight (fight, fight)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
I'm in DC with the Glizzy's, Cali, call up Nipsey
In Philly, I know Meek, I know Meek and Omelly
I call up Bigga Rankin, n***a down in that Tally'
Shout out to them bad bitches, KOD, Miami
Salute to them Haitian n***as, out there in Little Haiti
Salute to Jimmy n***a, Harlem going crazy
I'm good n***a even in Texas, better watch what you rap about
I call up the Prince Boys, I know you heard about Rap-a-Lot
Bitch!
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Fuck 'em up
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
Fight, fight (fight, fight)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Guwop or doo-wop
I'm a trap n***a, I'm not hip-hop
Jumping out a Phantom with the Louis flip-flops
My clip long like tube socks
If you say something, I'mma spray something
Wanna fuck something and I'mma pay something
Had a threesome with your BM
And my young n***as'll take some
Take money to make money
I'm a great ape with this AK
Banana clip for these monkey n***as
I'm a millionaire, but a country n***a
Half a mil on a dice game
Three mil on my ice game
Was all good 'til your wife came
It's Gucci Mane, you in my lane
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Fuck 'em up
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
Fight, fight (fight, fight)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
Quarter million dollar worth of jewelry, I'm a lick
You haters sittin' plottin', y'all n***as ain't gonna do shit
My name ringing bells cause I done took a lot of bricks
Independent major label deal, I'm filthy rich
Little Mexico lingo, we got a home where we make kilos
You say you move kilos but n***a, you still stuck on zeroes
Fake rappers, I don't like, all I rap is white
VVS my ice, n***a, fuck your highest price
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Fuck 'em up
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
Fight, fight (fight, fight)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
[Verse 4: Alley Boy]
Alley Boy don't play, Little Trouble don't play
Big Black don't play, Little Ricky don't play
Get your take, new face in the A
These young shooters gonna do what I say
New king of the south, they can't do shit
Atta boy, 2Pac in '96
But I ain't get shot, I'mma kill me a bitch
Get Zone 6, I'mma wrap these bricks
See tie-dye, Lord, eye for an eye
War cry n***a, these bullets gonna fly
From 1 to 6 dare n***a to try
Pussy went blind from all that fire
With my gold grill and my gold Bentley
Black father, n***a, no flexin'
Y'all n***as can't do shit
Fuck 'em up, you better stay ready
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Fuck 'em up
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
Fight, fight (fight, fight)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
[Verse 5: Childish Gambino]
Pull up in an Audi, they don't know shit about me
These rappers are so inventive, your Maserati is rented
My second house is in Venice, 3rd in Kaua'i
I got a bird cause I'm fly, I don't wanna brag
These n***as wanna break my neck, they could
I'm a buck fifty when soaking wet, my hood
Got a clear port and an ocean deck
I made a hater eat words, watch him choke to death
Back for more, fuck it, I'mma rap some more
I got some white girls with me like I'm Macklemore
My back is sore, from whippin' in the Jaguar
I'm the goat like a motherfucking Capricorn
Yeah, I hate whack n***as, that's my fucking problem (Tru!)
I'm too turned up like like the fucking volume
These n***as get dropped like my fucking albums
Eastside, Stone Mountain
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Fuck 'em up
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
You don't like me n***a, then fight (Fuck 'em up)
Fight, fight (fight, fight)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit, I said now (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
Y'all n***as can't do shit (bitch)
