Fuck You Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Planet Asia] Uh-huh We're here for that, nigga Yeah I ain't come for no throne, either I already got that It's in the backyard, nigga Uh, yo [Verse 1: Planet Asia] New money, for filling in the vault, landlord of the loft Sky diving, this is diamonds for thoughts Murder therapy Killer serial, grandma zodiac, marry me Merry misery, happily clapping you Swallow this black jewel, I mack moves Manoeuvrable Gat smooth, lubricant crook watching my cash move Max Julien cool, Allah school, the golden cloth Memorising my darts that's on the charts, lapped you Fall back, you wack, dude, I'm international My mouthpiece, smashing everything when I pass through Respect to the flyest, y'all niggas got fat last year Welcome to the drought, I'm handing out diets, yeah Medallions clear and I can tell you niggas is eating pork We got you rocking fucked up gear The underground is mine, it's redesigned As far as rap go, at this point in time it just got redefined [Hook: Krondon] I suggest save your breath Shut up! Before it ain't none left If I was you, I'd take ten steps Back up! You about to lose your neck I don't want to fuck you up But I will Don't make me fuck you up I don't want to fuck you up But I will Don't make me fuck you up [Verse 2: Krondon] Fine dime, kush smoke, fuck a tub, push bro In the hood with dogs and locs, Cherrylacks, 100 spokes Bitches don't want to broke, barefoot, chilli boat Pimp in the Pontiac GT '84 Police pursuit, paranoid prostitute Break bread, birds just suck a cock, cockatoo Cape like Canaveral, the Coca-Cola partel Quit using Motorola, Singular and Nextel New buck Air Force, fitted like an Air Force pilot In a plane, too high to fly it Purple weed pirate, puff to the boat flow Out of the city somewhere on an island You ain't got the heart of a lion, you lying You eyes ain't water and you crying, nigga Devil lean doing the designing And you, you just do the wearing and the buying, nigga [Hook: Krondon] I suggest save your breath Shut up! Before it ain't none left If I was you, I'd take ten steps Back up! You about to lose your neck I don't want to fuck you up But I will Don't make me fuck you up I don't want to fuck you up But I will Don't make me fuck you up [Verse 3: Planet Asia] Yeah Welcome to the luncheon, big shit, fizzle medal Now that's dickhole in your smashmouth pumpkin We backfucked every nigga that raps with HR shit Slight perm to a permanent nap Rich bitch medallions, Fidel Muammar Gaddafi Osama been rhyming since the era of the Nazi Stop with the pop up what, smoke the whole club out Swear to God I fuck a rental cop up This is Fresno's finest, shouts to all the killers and crooks You niggas know what it is, let's gain knowledge Melodic massacre, MAC-11 in the Accura rap Your brain is like top rhyming on the spatula Bathrobe bachelor, SAS is the west Gold Chain evinces a threat, nobody rhyming after us Nigga, you track suck, you wack butt, you not hot Shitting on you like we ate a whole box of laxatives [Hook: Krondon] I suggest save your breath Shut up! We thought it ain't none left If I was you, I'd take ten steps Back up! You about to lose your neck I don't want to fuck you up But I will Don't make me fuck you up I don't want to fuck you up But I will Don't make me fuck you up