Fucc'Tup (feat. QuinnQuake)

One in a row with me, we getting fucked up
Call a triple B when we get fucked up
Blizzard blow back when we getting fucked up
We getting fucked up

We getting fucked up
Taking a puff, taking a drag
Put something up in my cup
No time for the whites cause it's time to get it fucked up

Sheets up in the wind, watch me swaying with the wind
Drinking like a frat boy, smoking like a locomotive
Kush on my clothes, straight hand up on my kicks
Throwing up and taking a piss, stomach feeling kinda empty

Gotta get some more fat, wanna wash it down with the remnant
Automatic blunt rollers in me, see rock shots on the rocks
Got me faded like my face is sick from the weight
Take my cup, hold it up, turn it up

With a killer look, drinking with my joints
Mr. Choppy, keep some loud mean, nah mean
Don't need a single emocine, taste the green, play in the mean
Spraying beer, Sprite, mixing with the lean

Swig it down, watch me lean
I'm fucked up, I love to hate, they get like this
See rock, Bud Lights, and some after dance
Look like this, I look like that, and I do my dance

I throw it back, I'm in the cut just like a scratch
Glossy blacks and sticks my nicks
Put some gasoline in the gob, Mr. Choppy
Get your fucked up, we a thief, I'm going to stop

Wanna roll with me, we getting fucked up
Call a triple B when we get fucked up
Blizzard blow back when we getting fucked up
We getting fucked up, we getting fucked up

Fuck with your round kitchen table looking like a rainbow
Talking bout the colors of the buzzer, nigga, change it
Put a doobie down and then I finish it like cane
Change somebody's face, that's exactly what I slang for

Just know what, that I'm serving with LaQuinta
Just know what, that when I serve you, it'll get there
Just know Joy, I freestyle, it was a mistake
Just know that I'm finna make another mixtape

Hustle leanin', man, I'm Xanax with the bars
Shane Batty, yeah, you can't be scared to take a charge
Speaking with my bitch and then we fuck in the garage
Even though I'm zooted, it's still coming from my heart

Triple B, it's Blizzard, blow the nigga back
Triple threat, drive, shoot, blood, pass
Triple B and I spit dope on your ass
Chris Mzee, cuz I'm sound with the bass

Fly with the Eagles, nigga, put your ducks up
I got a jar full of quack to get you fucked up
MBC, the money boy, then look up
Won't talk when we high, we shut the fuck up

Wanna roll with me, we getting fucked up
Call a triple B when we getting fucked up
Blizzard blow back when we getting fucked up
We getting fucked up, we getting fucked up

Hey
Party over here, I ain't shit over there
Roll it up and pour it up like we don't care
Sparkles on them bottles, let you know that we over here

If the bar run out of liquor, then we disappear
In the cloud smoke, that comes out the poop
In the back my roof, push a four door
But I hit the corner like I'm in a coupe

Getting loot, never too fucked up to be about my cash
On your ass when I'm on some Vans
Drink it out the bag, back in pocket like Saad
Heavy swag, moving weight, quick quake, heavy set

Gotta take a hurricane, make it safe
Creep water, but you make it walk the plank
Puddle lean in this grid, it's our alpha, it's the playbook
Don't forget the Jolly Ranchers

It's Mr. Triple B
Yeah
And I'm getting fucked up
I'm getting fucked up