Fed Up

Lyrics

[Intro] (Bands made this, period) [Verse 1] Ain't hit the road in a minute, I've been gettin' rusty (Rusty) I wrote up a hundred pack, sent it with some dummies (Ham) Kick back in the 'burbs, I live by the hungries You live in Section 8 housing, all your neighbors junkies (Lame) Used to live in auntie basement, who am I to judge? (Facts) If I was doin' time for murder, used to hate the judge (Facts) When we got caught, the feds questioned us, but I ain't budge Who I'ma tell on? I'm the plug I ain't goin' in no shows, they don't pay enough (Chick) Keep that funky-ass thousand, bitch, it ain't enough (I'm good) I'd rather log on Empire, buy a hundred dumps (Dark web) Tryna drop Bentley truck, give me a couple months Bein' real don't cost shit, why it's hard for you? (Lame) Break bread and don't snitch, that's all you gotta do Your dumbass ran off with some shit I would've gave to you All that snake shit gon' catch up to dude [Chorus] I stayed down 'til I came up These hoes love us, niggas hate us I'm in my bag, they in they feelings, I'm so fed up You either with me or against me, make your mind up Niggas actin' like hoes, I'm so fed up Why you watchin' my pockets? Get your bread up All these niggas talkin' down got me fucked up You either with me or against me, make your mind up [Verse 2] I fast forward every time I hear you want a track It sound good, but I know you cappin' for a fact (Lame) You should host the Oscars, you know how to act I should work at Legoland, I know how to stack Universal Soul Circus, I came back in town clownin' Could've bought the club, we made it rain fifty thousand (Bands) Look like the Titanic, all you see is bitches drownin' Must be a lifeguard, you sittin' in the corner frownin' My Rose, pour it out, it's only a hundred dollars All of y'all put in twenty tryna share the same bottle (Ham) Got hoes feel bad, ain't even asked you for a swallow Spent a ticket last night, probably thought we won the lotto (The money) I've been gettin' in the club since I was seventeen (Facts) I ain't have no ID, I had a lot of cheese (Facts) You've been plottin' all night, waitin' on me to leave But I got in with the stick, blew him to smithereens [Chorus] I stayed down 'til I came up These hoes love us, niggas hate us I'm in my bag, they in they feelings, I'm so fed up You either with me or against me, make your mind up Niggas actin' like hoes, I'm so fed up Why you watchin' my pockets? Get your bread up All these niggas talkin' down got me fucked up You either with me or against me, make your mind up