Fed Up
Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick
Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit
She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich
If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit
DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist
Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip
Amiri Celine, she loving my drip
She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick
Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick
Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit
She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich
If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit
DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist
Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip
Amiri Celine, she loving my drip
She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick
Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick
Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit
She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich
If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit
DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist
Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip
Amiri Celine, she loving my drip
She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick
Trappin' gets scary like Halloween
I'm goin' door to door
Paper comin' fast, tryna take it slow
How you trap? and got none to show
Free CEO till he home
He ain't wanna leave them sticks alone
I can't blame him though
Can't blame him
Cause I'm blowin' bags with my stick in holt
Brody bought Lizzy for a quarter milly
He could've went richy though
Two years, did it off the net I wasn't jammed up, I was makin' pros One time I was in a jam
Stephen Bernstein overturn convictions though
Momma preachin the safer route
She don't know I seen a hundred though
Pops wanted me to build homes
Fuck it, I'd rather build a phone
Say when they see me, it's them times
Fuck you think I bought the Rollie for
Stk on a slow day
If my phone rings, pack this shit to go
On the yorkville strip in a big body whip
5K fit, yeah, that's for sure
Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick
Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit
She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich
If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit
DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist
Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip
Amiri Celine, she loving my drip
She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick
Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick
Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit
She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich
If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit
DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist
Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip
Amiri Celine, she loving my drip
She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick
She workin' for me, how the fuck's it her money
I don't even get it how the fuck you start the beef and you dead it
If you ask me, that shit is pathetic Niggas see a bad b and try and bend it
A nigga like me man, I'm just tryna sell it GG with the promag you might as well lack
That's a suicide mission, I'm tellin' you that
Im drip down in marni she think it's armani
She all on my body, she swear I sell barni
Lil' bitch talk crazy, but she know I'm fed up
Don't sink in the trench, hurry out the gutter send a bitch around the way, unless the body's done up
And if you ain't up 100 then shut the fuck up
Keep your mouth shut
If you ain't up a 100 than shut the fuck up
Keep your mouth shut
Klutch
Fed up
Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit
She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich
If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit
DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist
Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip
Amiri Celine, she loving my drip
She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick
Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick
Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit
She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich
If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit
DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist
Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip
Amiri Celine, she loving my drip
She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick
Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick
Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit
She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich
If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit
DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist
Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip
Amiri Celine, she loving my drip
She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick
Trappin' gets scary like Halloween
I'm goin' door to door
Paper comin' fast, tryna take it slow
How you trap? and got none to show
Free CEO till he home
He ain't wanna leave them sticks alone
I can't blame him though
Can't blame him
Cause I'm blowin' bags with my stick in holt
Brody bought Lizzy for a quarter milly
He could've went richy though
Two years, did it off the net I wasn't jammed up, I was makin' pros One time I was in a jam
Stephen Bernstein overturn convictions though
Momma preachin the safer route
She don't know I seen a hundred though
Pops wanted me to build homes
Fuck it, I'd rather build a phone
Say when they see me, it's them times
Fuck you think I bought the Rollie for
Stk on a slow day
If my phone rings, pack this shit to go
On the yorkville strip in a big body whip
5K fit, yeah, that's for sure
Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick
Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit
She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich
If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit
DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist
Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip
Amiri Celine, she loving my drip
She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick
Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick
Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit
She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich
If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit
DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist
Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip
Amiri Celine, she loving my drip
She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick
She workin' for me, how the fuck's it her money
I don't even get it how the fuck you start the beef and you dead it
If you ask me, that shit is pathetic Niggas see a bad b and try and bend it
A nigga like me man, I'm just tryna sell it GG with the promag you might as well lack
That's a suicide mission, I'm tellin' you that
Im drip down in marni she think it's armani
She all on my body, she swear I sell barni
Lil' bitch talk crazy, but she know I'm fed up
Don't sink in the trench, hurry out the gutter send a bitch around the way, unless the body's done up
And if you ain't up 100 then shut the fuck up
Keep your mouth shut
If you ain't up a 100 than shut the fuck up
Keep your mouth shut
Klutch
Fed up
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