FedUp
Whatchu really got? Drip, drip drop, flow so hard, yeah I'm coming with the mop
What y'all thought? Y'all thought imma flop, what if I were to tell you that I am not
Tip, tip, top, yeah I'm going to the top, I can't wait till I'm stacking up a lot
"Don't be talkin' bout thotty thot thots and don't be talking about guwop" uh
Y'all got me feelin' like FedEx, yeah, I'm gettin' kinda fed up uh, yeah, we going crazy
We ain't messin' with the fake ones yeah
Put it in quotations, yeah we going dumb dumb, ouh
I'm hittin' hard, ay, Ronnie Lott how I'm comin'
I'm so raw, On The Hunt, not talkin' Lynyrd Skynyrd
Uh, dreamin' bout day when I'm makin' all them figures
Uh, call me, Michael Jackson, when I see her it just thrill her
Uh, I'm a heavy hitter, beg to differ, I am bigger
I got my slides on, ay, I'm slidin' on the beat ouh
Asking when is supper cause I'm gettin' ready to eat
Don't worry bout the oven cause I'm always on preheat, hot
All around these clowns, it's not even Halloween
Man, Krispy way the only way and I ain't talking Kreme ouh
Swervin' doin' donuts in the foreign
With the team ouh I'm so clean, uh, baby wipe, shout out Ski
You sayin' I can't do it, man, I'll have to disagree
Y'all got me feelin' like FedEx, yeah, I'm getting kinda fed up
Got me with my build-up, but I gotta keep my head up, uh
You don't got no handgun so don't rap bout them fake ones
Uh, don't throw up no gang signs and no false claimin'
Don't be talking about money, uh, don't be talking bout guwop, uh
Don't be talking bout bread if you really ain't gon bake none, uh
No you is not hard, we don't mess with the fake ones, uh
All I smell is lies, it's that disgusting fragrance, uh
Saying I can't do it, I go hard like the matrix, uh
Have to get this right, I don't got no patience, uh
Do this with a passion, I don't care bout being famous, uh
Yeah your girl serving, might as well call her waitress, uh
"Don't be talking bout sex man, we know you ain't gettin' none anyway, uh
Spit about your brand new Hyundai Sonata
Instead of rappin' about some fancy wraith, uh
We know you don't got no Lambo, but I guess it is okay, uh
Keep on doin' ya thing man, I'm sure you'll get one one day"
Flow so hot, flow so nasty, call it wasabi, uh
Beat so nice, rhyme so boujee yeah calamari, uh
Yeah, your girl, uh, just look like Tekashi
So don't you ever talk to me cause you can never stop me
Whatchu really got? Drip, drip drop, flow so hard, ya I'm coming with the mop
What y'all thought? Y'all thought imma flop, what if I were to tell you that I am not
Tip, tip, top, yeah I'm going to the top, I can't wait till I'm stacking up a lot
"Don't be talkin' bout the thotty thot thots and don't be talking about uh, yeah"
Whatchu really got? Drip, drip drop, flow so hard, yeah I'm coming with the mop
What y'all thought? Y'all thought imma flop, what if I were to tell you that I am not
Tip, tip, top, yeah I'm going to the top, I can't wait till I'm stacking up a lot
"Don't be talkin' bout thotty thot thots and don't be talking about guwop" uh
Y'all got me feelin' like FedEx, yeah, I'm gettin' kinda fed up uh, yeah, we going crazy
We ain't messin' with the fake ones yeah
Put it in quotations, yeah we going dumb dumb, ouh
I'm hittin' hard, ay, Ronnie Lott how I'm comin'
Shout out Krispy, shout out Kentucky, 859, yessuh
What y'all thought? Y'all thought imma flop, what if I were to tell you that I am not
Tip, tip, top, yeah I'm going to the top, I can't wait till I'm stacking up a lot
"Don't be talkin' bout thotty thot thots and don't be talking about guwop" uh
Y'all got me feelin' like FedEx, yeah, I'm gettin' kinda fed up uh, yeah, we going crazy
We ain't messin' with the fake ones yeah
Put it in quotations, yeah we going dumb dumb, ouh
I'm hittin' hard, ay, Ronnie Lott how I'm comin'
I'm so raw, On The Hunt, not talkin' Lynyrd Skynyrd
Uh, dreamin' bout day when I'm makin' all them figures
Uh, call me, Michael Jackson, when I see her it just thrill her
Uh, I'm a heavy hitter, beg to differ, I am bigger
I got my slides on, ay, I'm slidin' on the beat ouh
Asking when is supper cause I'm gettin' ready to eat
Don't worry bout the oven cause I'm always on preheat, hot
All around these clowns, it's not even Halloween
Man, Krispy way the only way and I ain't talking Kreme ouh
Swervin' doin' donuts in the foreign
With the team ouh I'm so clean, uh, baby wipe, shout out Ski
You sayin' I can't do it, man, I'll have to disagree
Y'all got me feelin' like FedEx, yeah, I'm getting kinda fed up
Got me with my build-up, but I gotta keep my head up, uh
You don't got no handgun so don't rap bout them fake ones
Uh, don't throw up no gang signs and no false claimin'
Don't be talking about money, uh, don't be talking bout guwop, uh
Don't be talking bout bread if you really ain't gon bake none, uh
No you is not hard, we don't mess with the fake ones, uh
All I smell is lies, it's that disgusting fragrance, uh
Saying I can't do it, I go hard like the matrix, uh
Have to get this right, I don't got no patience, uh
Do this with a passion, I don't care bout being famous, uh
Yeah your girl serving, might as well call her waitress, uh
"Don't be talking bout sex man, we know you ain't gettin' none anyway, uh
Spit about your brand new Hyundai Sonata
Instead of rappin' about some fancy wraith, uh
We know you don't got no Lambo, but I guess it is okay, uh
Keep on doin' ya thing man, I'm sure you'll get one one day"
Flow so hot, flow so nasty, call it wasabi, uh
Beat so nice, rhyme so boujee yeah calamari, uh
Yeah, your girl, uh, just look like Tekashi
So don't you ever talk to me cause you can never stop me
Whatchu really got? Drip, drip drop, flow so hard, ya I'm coming with the mop
What y'all thought? Y'all thought imma flop, what if I were to tell you that I am not
Tip, tip, top, yeah I'm going to the top, I can't wait till I'm stacking up a lot
"Don't be talkin' bout the thotty thot thots and don't be talking about uh, yeah"
Whatchu really got? Drip, drip drop, flow so hard, yeah I'm coming with the mop
What y'all thought? Y'all thought imma flop, what if I were to tell you that I am not
Tip, tip, top, yeah I'm going to the top, I can't wait till I'm stacking up a lot
"Don't be talkin' bout thotty thot thots and don't be talking about guwop" uh
Y'all got me feelin' like FedEx, yeah, I'm gettin' kinda fed up uh, yeah, we going crazy
We ain't messin' with the fake ones yeah
Put it in quotations, yeah we going dumb dumb, ouh
I'm hittin' hard, ay, Ronnie Lott how I'm comin'
Shout out Krispy, shout out Kentucky, 859, yessuh
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Writer(s): Jordan Stinnett
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