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Fucc It Up

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Fucc It Up

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I gotta get that shit, like, right

Feel me?

That shit could be hard

Lowkey

I send back the five, tell shorty I love her

She still gon' act like I ain't done enough

These bitches be lying, I ain't got the time

That's why I'm in love with my double cup

I'm out of my mind, my words be slidin'

I bought a new 'Maro to fuck it up

I bought Mercedes to fuck it up

I bought a AP to fuck it up

I'm just tryna run the cake up

Versace sheets just to make love

Got a private just to make drugs

'Cause I'm tryna flood the face up

I been fuckin' with the same plug

I been fuckin' with these rich niggas

Had to whip it with my wrist, nigga

Then I got it on my wrist, nigga

Yeah, yeah

Conversations of a rich nigga brought the consequences of a rich nigga

I seen too many niggas switch, nigga

I could never be a bitch nigga

Ain't nobody give me shit, I got it on my own

Score with no assist, nigga

Pyrex or a hit, nigga

Either way, I'll be a rich nigga

Have you ever been whippin' the dope so good, you think that the feds watchin'?

'Cause my OGs, they been whippin' the dope up

My niggas got most of they bread flockin'

Feel like burger, I'm stackin' the cheese

They nickname the trap "Red Robin"

I was tryna push work with you

Your mans came, now the feds knockin'

Now I wanna run it up, nigga

Purple Fanta in the cup, nigga

VVS's straight from Avianne

You claim you 'bout it, nigga, why you lyin'?

Got yours, had to make mine

Push packs 'cross state lines

You bitches always tryna take the check

See a baller then they break they neck

Yeah, yeah

I send back the five, tell shorty I love her

She still gon' act like I ain't done enough

These bitches be lying, I ain't got the time

That's why I'm in love with my double cup

I'm out of my mind, my words be slidin'

I bought a new 'Maro to fuck it up

I bought Mercedes to fuck it up

I bought a AP to fuck it up

I'm just tryna run the cake up

Versace sheets just to make love

Got a private just to make drugs

'Cause I'm tryna flood the face up

I been fuckin' with the same plug

I been fuckin' with these rich niggas

Had to whip it with my wrist, nigga

Then I got it on my wrist, nigga

Yeah, yeah

Young nigga got it out the mud

Whipped my wrist and tore the vacant up

And it's always been "fuck the law"

So I can never pick the bacon up

I run the bands up, why you playin' with me?

My life a movie, livin' HD

My jeweler called, he got a AP

I keep my dogs, no snakes with me

Seen false niggas live a long time and the real niggas die young

Yeah, yeah

I seen a boss nigga get shot

He took a loss, then he got high

They look through the blinds, give them the time

Fuck the police, we just shake the spot

Put the Ps in the duffel bag

Lil' brother gotta take the Glock

Main reason I don't fuck with you niggas

You run them digits then you turn snitch

All your dogs got locked up

Then your best friend was a sherm stick

I wasn't born a baller, I had to stack it up, I had to learn this

Everything I got, I earned it

Sit back, wait your turn, bitch

I send back the five, tell shorty I love her

She still gon' act like I ain't done enough

These bitches be lying, I ain't got the time

That's why I'm in love with my double cup

I'm out of my mind, my words be slidin'

I bought a new 'Maro to fuck it up

I bought Mercedes to fuck it up

I bought a AP to fuck it up

I'm just tryna run the cake up

Versace sheets just to make love

Got a private just to make drugs

'Cause I'm tryna flood the face up

I been fuckin' with the same plug

I been fuckin' with these rich niggas

Had to whip it with my wrist, nigga

Then I got it on my wrist, nigga

Yeah, yeah

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