GMFU lyrics

[Intro: DC The Don & Famous Dex]
Huh (Yeah), yeah
Ayy, ayy, yeah (n*ggas got me f*cked up, you know what the f*ck goin' on)
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man

[Chorus]
b*tch, you got me f*cked up
Talkin' all that sh*t but get your bucks up
f*cks up, my AR got jammed, you n*ggas lucked up
Run up, chasin' n*ggas down, you might get done up
Funds up, talkin' out your neck, retarded
Lil' b*tch, you got me f*cked up
Talkin' all that sh*t but get your bucks up
f*cks up, my AR got jammed, you n*ggas lucked up
Run up, chasin' n*ggas down, you might get done up
Funds up, talkin' out your neck, retarded

[Verse]
Boy, go get your bands up, pull my pants up (Gang, gang)
Go to work, I might just blam ya 'cause I can't stand ya
b*tch stuck on me like some dandruff, bless you on camera
You know I don't put my hands up, I'm takin' banners
And my broski got that Hi-Tech to hologram ya
I say, "Shoot", that boy go ape-sh*t, he go bananas
Call him Caesar with that drum stick, b*tch, put your hands up
Or I'm gon' tell lil bro to activate, give you the hammer
And I'm down to catch a body, b*tch, just copped extended clips
Lame n*gga, where his mouth ran then dance like Bobby, b*tch (Free Bobby)
Milly-rocking on your front yard, get popped, no molly's, b*tch (Free Rowdy)
Never got sh*t on the twenty-fifth, I guess I'm naughty, b*tch, ayy
[Chorus]
b*tch, you got me f*cked up
Talking all that sh*t but get your bucks up
f*cks up, my AR got jammed, you n*ggas lucked up
Run up, chasing n*ggas down, you might get done up
Funds up, talking out your neck, retarded
Lil' b*tch, you got me f*cked up
Talking all that sh*t but get your bucks up
f*cks up, my AR got jammed, you n*ggas lucked up
Run up, chasing n*ggas down, you might get done up
Funds up, talking out your neck, retarded