Fk Em Songtext
von 501Bryze

Yeah, yeah
It′s 501
Come on, yeah

Back end got crooked, had to straighten up (Yeah)
I'm on a two-lane road burnin′ tires up (Man)
I got a brand new bitch in this brand new truck
And I got brand new haters givin' brand new fucks
But it's fuck ′em

Man, why you fuckin′ with me now?
Boy, I'm grease pot hot and I don′t ever simmer down
They speakin' on my name like they knew me since a child
You don′t know me from a can of paint
So fuck what you be talkin' ′bout
Honestly (Man), I ain't worried 'bout nobody

Old school whip with a college girl inside it


Old blue face, still I′m makin′ new profits
They hate my face, but I love to see 'em watch it
I′m poppin', big dog, ridin′ with a jigsaw
Choppa wood grain, man, this bitch'll gnaw your leg off
I don′t wanna talk to y'all, I just keep it movin'

Ridin′ through my city drippin′ wet like a jacuzzi
I'm hot sauce hot (Yeah), dope boy knots (Yeah)
I got dope boy woes, chargin′ top-notch guap
I got top-notch cheese (Man), boy, I got the cheddar
I might blow it in the club and let the bills fall like feathers
What you know about me? (Huh?) I'm a different breed
I′ma buy it if I like it, most these boys just lease (Huh)
I do what I please 'cause I′m just doin' me (Yeah)
See, I'm that motherfucker all these boys wanna be (Yeah)

Back end got crooked, had to straighten up (Yeah)
I′m on a two-lane road burnin′ tires up (Man)
I got a brand new bitch in this brand new truck
And I got brand new haters givin' brand new fucks
But it′s fuck 'em

Uh-huh, yeah, it′s fuck 'em

I just pulled up in the Lamb′, had the spot jumpin'
So many blues, hella hundreds, I'm just steady thumbin′
Been on the road for a week to keep the money comin′


Stack it up inside a box and watch it keep pilin'
I′m high as hell, smokin' good, bitch, I feel like a pilot
He better not make a wrong move or we gon′ get to wildin'
I need a loyal-ass bitch, know how to keep it silent (Shh)

Go keep your mouth closed
All this ice around my neck, bitch, I′m too froze
They don't make 'em real as me, the truth is bein′ told
Heard that he was talkin′ on the 'net, buddy feelin′ bold

Huh, huh, yeah, buddy feelin' crazy
Got four pockets full of blues, bitch, I feel like Baby
Turn my ears off to the hate, I can′t let it phase me
Saw buddy flexin' on the ′Gram with what I make daily
Huh, huh, yeah, this shit gettin' bad
Had to separate myself and now I'm in my bag
Just got a brand new Benz, I might go get a Jag′
Why the fuck you cryin′ 'bout some shit that you never had?

Back end got crooked, had to straighten up (Yeah)
I′m on a two-lane road burnin' tires up (Man)
I got a brand new bitch in this brand new truck
And I got brand new haters givin′ brand new fucks
But it's fuck ′em