Fucked Up

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[Verse 1] Man, these niggas got me fucked up Boy, you better get yo bucks up You ain't eating, boy, you fucked up We don't carry nun-chucks, lay this man, make these bitches lust us You say you with it but you uncut 30's on the trap, wheels big like a school bus Give my hitman 10 grand, he'll shoot sum' Bag on yo' head, you get did by a broke nigga Go to war with anybody, we ain't scared of no nigga Homicides, we do drive-by's off the 4 wheelers Hit the block, double back, finna shoot some more niggas I dont like to talk about this shit so I show niggas They don't look familiar, I dont even know niggas We run up in that nigga house, kick a door, get the door Snuck in the club with my snubnose .44 If you dont add no water to yo' money plant it won't grow Fuck his hoe, but if you ex his name bet I won't know I just bought a new Glock with the laser, and I keep that bitch on my hip like a pager New bitch with some big lips like Fantasia When we catch you lacking won't be no one there to save you Holes in ya like a donut, bullets glaze ya She ain't never seen so much money I amazed her Black nigga, fucking white hoes like a flavor Got so many acres, that I don't got no neighbors Balling so damn hard like I played for the Lakers You not on yo' feet, pump fake for the fakers Bitch I'm from Chiraq where it's killers and rapers Line his ass up, leave a nigga with a taper Drinking Hendo, tell -???- She can run for president I still won't chase her I'm still in the trap at the table with my razor I can't take no shorts and you can't get no favor Ice around my neck, gold Cubans cost 2 sum' Run off with a nigga bitch then I have a 2 sum' Kick a nigga door down, come back, boom sum' Trap still open, catch a junkie wanna toot sum' We drinking Henny, give the Margaritas to the eaters We ride with heaters, you a follower, I'm a leader He's a house nigga, family guy like Peter 200 on the dash, bitch, I did the whole meter I don't love her, I'ma leave her cuz I don't need her My new Nina, very friendly, who wanna meet her? She's a cheater, she'll fuck ya then fuck ya people Let's have a 3 sum with .40, Nina, and Desert Eagle We be to see you, with illegals up in the Regal And then we leave you, in the bushes with all the pinas I'm in the trap house serving junkies and shooting Ninas You get down or lay down, nigga, like Beanie Siegel
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- Writers
- Lud Foe