Fed Up
Man i'm fed up
Pressure been applied, that nigga scared now
You hanging with them niggas who killed my brother, you a dead guy
Texting me on Instagram, the fuck i look like replying?
We did yo cousin, we gone send you up, you just the next guy
If you miss yo brother, nigga look up in the sky
Nigga slide
I got time today, pussy cross that line
I draw my fye'
I call my five
Tell brodie, "he gotta die"
I ain't risking nobody, look at the clock, boy it's yo time
You still get grounded nigga, how the fuck, this nigga outside?
I want my money and respect, that's the reason i might die
I'm so up, ain't leave my seat yet, higher than a Jet-Nine
They had caught me, i was lacking, that was the day i was pose to die
Ten slimey hoes with me, tryna fuck em for his addy
He a hoe, guess that run in his blood, he like his daddy
Stupid bitch, she be blowing me, this hoe finna max me
Put shit on, i could make drip out a white tee and some khaki's
It's taxing season, so the price up on yo head going up
I heard enough
You be talking tough and you ain't did me none
Let em say some, wrong bout me, he getting flushed
Riccy Runtz be doing too much
Nigga i said i do too much
Throwing disses, man i'm still not dead, it done been two months
Smoking runtz
Got me coughing and shit, i can't feel my lungs
Come fuck with us if you want
All my niggas toting guns
All my niggas put shit up
All my niggas got motion, we ain't no bums
I say all of my niggas, we ain't no bums
I say all of my niggas, we from the slums
I say all of my niggas, we just don't trust niggas
(Yeah, yeah)
Kick ha out, getting on my nerves, i had to kick ha out
I'm tryna see what that money bout
I'm flexing in this dirty house
You know its up
Nigga know its smoke, fuck what ya talking bout
You know its up
Nigga know its smoke, fuck what ya talking bout
Niggas scared
(Niggas scared)
Niggas scared
Niggas scared
Niggas dead
Niggas dying
Nigga what?
Nigga Boom, you out yo mind just for trying
Nigga what?
Nigga Boom, you out yo mind just for trying
I just rolled up
Cause i'm too up
Niggas fed up, i won't give em shit, uh, uh
Niggas fed up, i just fuck they bitch, uh, uh
Niggas fed up, tryna get me hit
I just rolled up
Cause i'm too up
Niggas fed up, i won't give em shit, uh, uh
Niggas fed up, i just fuck they bitch, uh, uh
Niggas fed up, tryna get me hit
Pressure been applied, that nigga scared now
You hanging with them niggas who killed my brother, you a dead guy
Texting me on Instagram, the fuck i look like replying?
We did yo cousin, we gone send you up, you just the next guy
If you miss yo brother, nigga look up in the sky
Nigga slide
I got time today, pussy cross that line
I draw my fye'
I call my five
Tell brodie, "he gotta die"
I ain't risking nobody, look at the clock, boy it's yo time
You still get grounded nigga, how the fuck, this nigga outside?
I want my money and respect, that's the reason i might die
I'm so up, ain't leave my seat yet, higher than a Jet-Nine
They had caught me, i was lacking, that was the day i was pose to die
Ten slimey hoes with me, tryna fuck em for his addy
He a hoe, guess that run in his blood, he like his daddy
Stupid bitch, she be blowing me, this hoe finna max me
Put shit on, i could make drip out a white tee and some khaki's
It's taxing season, so the price up on yo head going up
I heard enough
You be talking tough and you ain't did me none
Let em say some, wrong bout me, he getting flushed
Riccy Runtz be doing too much
Nigga i said i do too much
Throwing disses, man i'm still not dead, it done been two months
Smoking runtz
Got me coughing and shit, i can't feel my lungs
Come fuck with us if you want
All my niggas toting guns
All my niggas put shit up
All my niggas got motion, we ain't no bums
I say all of my niggas, we ain't no bums
I say all of my niggas, we from the slums
I say all of my niggas, we just don't trust niggas
(Yeah, yeah)
Kick ha out, getting on my nerves, i had to kick ha out
I'm tryna see what that money bout
I'm flexing in this dirty house
You know its up
Nigga know its smoke, fuck what ya talking bout
You know its up
Nigga know its smoke, fuck what ya talking bout
Niggas scared
(Niggas scared)
Niggas scared
Niggas scared
Niggas dead
Niggas dying
Nigga what?
Nigga Boom, you out yo mind just for trying
Nigga what?
Nigga Boom, you out yo mind just for trying
I just rolled up
Cause i'm too up
Niggas fed up, i won't give em shit, uh, uh
Niggas fed up, i just fuck they bitch, uh, uh
Niggas fed up, tryna get me hit
I just rolled up
Cause i'm too up
Niggas fed up, i won't give em shit, uh, uh
Niggas fed up, i just fuck they bitch, uh, uh
Niggas fed up, tryna get me hit
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Writer(s): Rickey Dominique
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