Fuck Y'all by Li Rye
Fuck Y'all by Li Rye

Fuck Y’all

Li Rye * Track #17 On Li Rye vs Li Reezy

Fuck Y’all Lyrics

[Chorus]
Behind my back they talking down, that make it hard to believe ya’
Spin out rental cars, we make the fuck nigga bleed, huh
Who knew I’d be a star, that boy get blessed if he sneeze, huh
Tell her pull up, and put the bitch on her knees, uh All this ice, it make it hard not to freeze up
All them niggas rats, and they getting to no cheese, huh
Ain’t no bitch from my past, ever told me she need love
Opps fall, I match my Glock with the season

[Bridge]
Fuck y’all, I don’t need shit but a Glock, my bitch, and some money
Seeing all these demons, starting to think my mind haunted
Hate this shit came with fame, so I can’t say this what I wanted
With us, I don’t see no future, I only call her when I’m horny

[Verse 1]
Wait to pop all my Percocets in the morning
We get to drop, and we leave his mom in there mourning
Ain’t got no filter, ain’t never scared about going in
Good with the ones I got, I can’t even lie, I don’t want no more friends
Heard that boy got shot, home invasion, they kicked the door in
I’m forever the same, told you, “Keep that shit real on your end”
Can you call my phone, don’t wanna text, it’s important
Feeling lonely than an orphan

[Chorus]
Behind my back they talking down, that make it hard to believe ya’
Spin out rental cars, we make the fuck nigga bleed, huh
Who knew I’d be a star, that boy get blessed if he sneeze, huh
Tell her pull up, and put the bitch on her knees, uh All this ice, it make it hard not to freeze up
All them niggas rats, and they getting to no cheese, huh
Ain’t no bitch from my past, ever told me she need love
Opps fall, I match my Glock with the season

[Verse 2]
Only time, they call is when they actually need something
Ain’t never asked me how I’m doing about my situation
Caught the shit that I was going through, it only took up patience
I don’t do no hating, so on my time, I’m patiently waiting
They know that I’ve been on my grind, I’m still my momma baby
I’m thinking about murder most of the time, can’t tell, won’t do no grazing
Pay a (?) to cut the grass if I’m feeling too lazy
Me getting older don’t mean shit, I’m still my grandma baby
Spent eighty thousand on my wrist, my VV’s hip shaking
Life ain’t no game, we split some brains, left him GTA wasted
Spent racks on chains, I’ll I never change, been standing on that lately
I’m a real gangster, I’m gon’ bang, leave your face on the pavement

[Chorus]
Behind my back they talking down, that make it hard to believe ya’
Spin out rental cars, we make the fuck nigga bleed, huh
Who knew I’d be a star, that boy get blessed if he sneeze, huh
Tell her pull up, and put the bitch on her knees, uh All this ice, it make it hard not to freeze up
All them niggas rats, and they getting to no cheese, huh
Ain’t no bitch from my past, ever told me she need love
Opps fall, I match my Glock with the season

Fuck Y’all Q&A

Who wrote Fuck Y’all's ?

Fuck Y’all was written by Li Rye & Jaasu & Andrew Abarkarian & BlastyBeatz.

Who produced Fuck Y’all's ?

Fuck Y’all was produced by Jaasu & Andrew Abarkarian & BlastyBeatz.

When did Li Rye release Fuck Y’all?

Li Rye released Fuck Y’all on Fri Dec 08 2023.

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