Mr Fuck Your Club Up

Lyrics

[Intro] (Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex) Ayy, ayy, Flex, this all a freestyle, so if I fuck up, [?] I don't give no— [Verse] Book me for a show, yeah, I'm Mr. "Fuck Your Club Up" Huh, uh, bitch, yeah, I fuck your club up Huh, on the couch, smokin' loud, yeah, huh, uh-yeah Bitch, huh, huh, yeah, ayy Book me for a show, yeah, I'm Mr. "Fuck Your Club Up" Last year wasn't on shit, prices goin' up [?] your shit, yeah, gon' get your nipped, tucked Don't throw money on hoes, baby, pick your clothes up Should've mind your business, bitch, we'll wipe ya nose, yeah Told her what my net worth and she damn near froze up She wanna see my network, told that bitch to hold up I was stealin' folks 'nem fiends whеn they closed up Downtown takin' shit, fuckin' the sixth floor Usеd to be down bad, but now I got my dough up Wooski used to hit the line, he was eatin' cold cut I got kicked up outta school, then I set up shop Back when L'z had the Glock and BT had the spot, ayy We was some hard knocks, ain't got my money, bitch, why not? Didn't I front you elbows? You must don't want your elbows Baby 'K got [?], free my brother until he home Sleepin' with that bitch like we sexin' Talkin' to the money like Alexa (Alexa, play "GO Dumb") Ooh, I love the chop', give me erections Ring around the rosie, pull up, turn your ass to ashes Ooh, I don't need friends, just all hypes Knock the eye out ya lookin'-ass niggas, Kimbo Slice Brand-new Bentley on ones, drove twice I might do the fuckin' dash if I see red and blue lights I'm so fuckin' legal, got no license, got my pipe Think it was a setup on my way to serve some hypes My granny said, "Boy, you really need to change your life" I'm steady poppin' middies, pourin' D'USSÉ down some Sprite She say I should stop cheatin', take your own advice These niggas say they out here slidin', don't believe the hype, I just might Do two shows, nigga, and buy some ice [?], don't see nobody in my rearview Got no [?] all hollows to give you Not a gentleman, I'm doggin' bitches and that's simple Diamonds in no light, cool and polite Don't know I got the Glock because the Diesel fittin' tight And they got some Benjis and they loaded with 'em twice Them Reapers want your life, they just geekin' up all night They slidin', they listenin' to "Slide" That skoo-do-dah [?] We seekin' and niggas is hidin' That face shot, can't survive On the couch, smokin' loud, fuck your club up, uh My lil' shooter like a barber, he give ya haircuts Chew-chew train since potty train, we never cuff sluts Fuck your plug, shop with me, I sponsor dubs [?], bitch Huh, I'm smokin' 'erbs Me no talkin' shit, ooh, my spooky words He still dissin' on the dead for clout, he got the nerve Anywhere I shoot it out, bitch, I got the urge