Fuck It Up

Fuck it up, Fuck it up
He ain't gang then you know he ain't with us
What's beef when you trying to run it up
The feeling different when they see you coming up
Fuck it up, Fuck it up
We ain't talking if it ain't about a buck

Boy you mad and you broke thats a outcry
A cool ass nigga and i rep the south side
I got the type of life you can never televise
They say the real know the real better recognize
Bitch i get it poppin' you don't even need no 7-Up
Move low key i don't wanna wake the devil up
Cut a bitch off trying to treat me like i'm regular
You can't play a victim when you out to be a predator
I'm 2 steps ahead of ya, cant gas me like a Tesla
Yeah i fell back now its time for me to level up
Yeah ya main bitch call me daddy when i'm sexing her
Fuck boys never get ahead i'm the messenger
I been on a wave bitch i do it by my lonesome
You ain't never got it but you always wanna hold sum
Baby what's ya motive can you let a nigga know sum
Never ask for favors you can't tell me that i owe sum

Fuck it up, Fuck it up
He ain't gang then you know he ain't with us
What's beef when you trying to run it up
The feeling different when they see you coming up
Fuck it up, Fuck it up
We ain't talking if it ain't about a buck

Boy you mad and you broke that's a outcry
A cool ass nigga and i rep the west side
Plus i keep a mac just know that this ain't best buy
Fuck her and i'll be out won't treat me like the next guy best I
Kill the scene every time i have the chance to
Money handy like remotes and they on demand too
I'ma fuck them hoes like i plan too
And kick em' out just like i plan to
One mill Two mill maybe even four
Get you another hoe if she make her way through my door
Let her go, She been getting fucked like a porn star
I'm talking all in that pussy like a monster
Any given night pull strings rockstar
And still can rock a suit like a mobster
Ain't shit sweet
I been eating all week y'all niggas just sleep, Yeah



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Writer(s): Edward Holley
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