[Intro: Rah Digga]
Yeah, Rah digga once again, 'bout to set it on n***as
Representin' for all my bitches across the globe
Ladies, we gon' set it one time
Come on

[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Say fuck y'all n***as (Fuck y'all n***as)
Every one of y'all n***as (Every one of y'all n***as)
Don't trust y'all n***as (Don't trust y'all n***as)
Fuck all y'all n***as (Fuck all y'all n***as)
Come on

[Verse 1: Rah Digga]
All my bitches that had it up to here
We about to make changes comin' in the new year
Say fuck y'all n***as (Fuck y'all n***as)
Don't trust y'all n***as (Don't trust y'all n***as)
Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy fuckers
Trife ass life with all them wack baby mothers
Fuck y'all n***as (Fuck y'all n***as)
Every one of y'all n***as (Every one of y'all n***as)
Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money
Chanel money, Nike, Adidas shell money
Bitches 'bout to shut down your whole line of game
Gasp! thinking you gon' put some shit in my game
Ego's a mother when the shoe kinda fitted
Sucka n***a frontin' to his man like he hit it
Lyin' on your dick, blow your spot, oh well
Bunch of bum ass n***as can't even cop hotels
[Chorus: Rah Digga & Young Zee]
Say fuck y'all n***as (Fuck y'all n***as)
Every one of y'all n***as (Every one of y'all n***as)
Don't trust y'all n***as (Don't trust y'all n***as)
Fuck all y'all n***as (Fuck all y'all n***as)
Ayo, 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 tongues from a hundred miles away
Y'all ain't Gucci bitches (Fake Gucci bitches)
Y'all stank coochie bitches (Stank coochie bitches)
Yeah, bitch, my n***as pop girls up in back of Zee's truck
But we ain't goin' nowhere 'til after we fuck
'Cause spend dough and might not touch, how that soundin'?
I don't give a fuck if a bitch stomach growlin' (Starve)
Tell your girls "Fuck everyone of us"
Y'all hoes can eat 'til your motherfuckin' stomach bust
Drop your drawers, come slob my balls
You'll get a trip goin' straight to the mall
And I'll let your pretty ass run loose
And go distract the cops while your ass go boost
[Chorus: Rah Digga & Young Zee]
Man, fuck y'all n***as (Fuck y'all n***as)
Every one of y'all n***as (Every one of y'all n***as)
Don't trust y'all n***as (Don't trust y'all n***as)
Fuck all y'all n***as (Fuck all y'all n***as)
Fuck y'all bitches (Fuck y'all bitches)
Every one of y'all bitches (Every one of y'all bitches)
I don't trust y'all bitches (Don't trust y'all bitches)
Fuck y'all bitches (Fuck y'all bitches)
Man, fuck y'all n***as (Fuck y'all n***as)
Every one of y'all n***as (Every one of y'all n***as)
Don't trust y'all n***as (Don't trust y'all n***as)
Fuck all y'all n***as (Fuck all y'all n***as)
What? Well then, fuck y'all bitches (Fuck y'all bitches)
Every one of y'all bitches (Every one of y'all bitches)
I don't trust y'all bitches (Don't trust y'all bitches)
Fuck y'all bitches (Fuck y'all bitches)