Fed Up

Yo, turn that shit up a lil' more, you heard?

Like, EBK, I
I keep my

And I'm fed up
I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (let up)
And this 30 on me for the setup (setup)
Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up
Like, got Berettas (Berettas)
And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (in her sweater)
Is you ridin' for me, 'cause I'm ridin' for you
So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (baow, baow, baow)

Like, and I hang out the V just for free
And I'm rich, so my Glock got a switch on repeat (on repeat)
Remember days I was down on my feet, now I pull out a hunnid to spend in a week (on Amiri's)
And my kindness, don't take it for weak' (don't do that shit)
Remember days I ain't sleep for some weeks

I was boomin' for days, now I'm gettin' paid for talkin' my shit on a beat (don't run, don't trip)
Life changes, just stay in your lane, you touch one of mine, I'm spinnin' for weeks
Let it bang, I'm lettin' it flame
You don't do the same, you ain't hangin' with me
Get out the V, you ain't flamin' with me (you ain't bangin' with me)
Ain't no time to be wastin' with me (to be wastin' with me)
Got the chop', I ain't stoppin' for D's (two knocks)
Two knocks, high speed, got 'em racin' with me (grrah, grrah)

And I'm fed up
I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (let up)
And this 30 on me for the setup (setup)
Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up
Like, got Berettas (Berettas)
And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (in her sweater)
Is you ridin' for me, 'cause I'm ridin' for you
So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (baow, baow, baow)
Like

And I'm fed up
I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (let up)
And this 30 on me for the setup (setup)
Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up
Like, got Berettas (Berettas)
And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (in her sweater)
Is you ridin' for me, 'cause I'm ridin' for you
So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (baow, baow, baow)

Ridin' sturdy, still screamin' free flock
Innocent, just police be on yak
Fuck it, I still move around with my Glocky
Tryna catch an opp and put him in a box
One up top, no click-clack
Pussy whatchu know 'bout get back?
See a opp, no chit-chat
I done had enough of this cap

I catch sum' slippin', I'ma score
Face shot, leave spaghetti on the floor
Last nigga, he got-, never mind
Couple more, I swear would've been a dime
Know I'll be the greatest for some time
Niggas like me just be hard to find
Fuck around, that shit get gooey, slime

Brand new pack, I'm rollin' my dough
40 caliber, nigga mine
21 with the heart of a lion
Know they see me on top, they be sighin'
I give five pieces, too much of us dyin'
Why I never shared for my guys?
Still I make it out, that shit be cap
Rich and famous niggas want me dead
I am not, lil' dummy, he a pack

And I'm fed up
I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (let up)
And this 30 on me for the setup (setup)
Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up
Like, got Berettas (Berettas)
And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (in her sweater)
Is you ridin' for me, 'cause I'm ridin' for you
So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (baow, baow, baow)
Like

And I'm fed up
I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (let up)
And this 30 on me for the setup (setup)
Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up
Like, got Berettas (Berettas)
And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (in her sweater)
Is you ridin' for me, 'cause I'm ridin' for you
So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (baow, baow, baow)

Grrah, grrah
Ayo, free the fuckin' guys 'til I see the guys, nigga
Disrespect the guys, you gon' meet the guys, nigga
Everything for Naz Loc, you heard?
Forever flockin' for JayRipK, nigga
Ballin' for JB, nigga
Big DOA, nigga
Mr. Wipe-It, nigga, knows if it's runny, nigga



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Writer(s): Maurice Jordan, Kevin Perez, Tione Merritt
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