intro
   Yeah, Rah Digga once again, about to set it on niggas
   Representing for all my bitches across the globe
   Ladies we gon' set it one time, c'mon...
  
   chorus 1 (Rah Digga)
   Say fuck y'all niggas (Fuck y'all niggas)
   Everyone of y'all niggas (Everyone of y'all niggas)
   Don't trust y'all niggas (Don't trust y'all niggas)
   Fuck all y'all niggas (Fuck all y'all niggas)
  
   verse 1 (Rah Digga)
   All my bitches that had it up to here
   We about to make changes coming in the new year
   Say fuck y'all niggas (Fuck y'all niggas)
   Don't trust y'all niggas (Don't trust y'all niggas)
   Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy fuckers
   Trife ass strife with all them wack baby mothers
   Fuck y'all niggas (Fuck y'all niggas)
   Everyone of y'all niggas (Everyone of y'all niggas)
   Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money
   Chanel money, Nike and Adidas Shell money
   Bitches 'bout to shut down your whole line of gang
   Gasp! thinking you gon' put some shit in money
   It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting
   Suck a nigga's friend, tell his man like he hit it
   Lying on your dick, blow your spot, oh well
   Bunch of bum ass niggas can't even cop hotels
  
   chorus 1
  
   chorus 2 (Young Zee)
   Fuck y'all bitches (Fuck y'all bitches)
   Fuck all y'all bitches (Fuck all y'all bitches)
   I don't trust y'all bitches (Don't trust y'all bitches)
   So fuck y'all bitches (Fuck y'all bitches)
  
   verse 2 (Young Zee)
   On my room ceiling, I got mad mirrors built in
   So when I fuck you you're gon' feel like you're at the Hilton
   Fake dime hoes, you give 'em Alizé
   You can smell their toungues from a hundred miles away
   Y'all lame Gucci bitches (Fake Gucci bitches)
   Stink coochi bitches (Stink coochi bitches)
   My niggas pop girls up in back of Zee's truck
   But we ain't going nowhere till after we fuck
   Cause ??? we might not touch, how that sounding?
   I don't give a fuck if a bitch come in growling
   Tell your girls 'Fuck everyone of us'
   Y'all hoes can eat till your motheruckin' stomach bust
   Drop your drawers, come slop my balls
   You'll get a trip going straight to the mall and I...
   Let your pretty ass run loose
   And go distract the cops while your ass go 'boost!'
  
   chorus 1
  
   chorus 2
  
   chorus 1
  
   chorus 2