Fyed Up lyrics

[Intro]
(Uh, whole lotta bands on me, bands on me, b*tch)
(Whole lotta diamonds on me, they floodin' a b*tch)
(Whole lotta kids gon' be talkin' that sh*t)
Let's go

[Chorus]
When I walk in this b*tch with the glick on my side, with the diamonds on me, I'm gon' fire up (Ergh)
I just walked in this b*tch with the brand new Balenci' shoes, I mean the ones that gon' light up (Ergh)
Me and Clibbo the greatest, together forever, the ones that we really don't fight up (Ergh)
And you keep on been askin' me, "Go do some sh*t for you," yeah, but you know my hands tied up (Ergh)
Fed up (Let's go), yeah, we love our jeans with them rackies, they fed up
Fed up, yeah, I want my racks and I want new Chanel, uh
Fed up, yeah, we 'bout to go to the top, they gon' let us
We in the AirBnb with your lil' baby girl, and I know that her top is the wettest
I'm 'bout to go put some Rick on my fit just to drip a lil' bit', and you know that it's the leather
We got them diamonds that crushing VVS stones in the back, that b*tch she won't let up
You know we back killin' sh*t with that money on me, I got hunnids on me, I got fifties on me, I got twenties on me, I got b*tches on me, and we still ride around with the blickies on me
I said, "f*ck the police" (f*ck the police)
'Bouta get on her knees, uh
Boy, yeah, we scammin' for cheese, huh
You should try bankin' with Yeat, huh
I'm 'bout to diamond my teeth, huh
Yeah, her sh*t wet like the beach, huh
They trying to get it like me, huh
I told you, "Wait out and see" (Ergh)
[Verse]
I'm in LA with the Slays (Yeah)
You better watch out your back (Blick 'em)
We really doin' sh*t different (Different)
And I know everyone copy the wave (Uh)
b*tch, yeah, you know that I'm ignorant (Yeah)
You know I got nothin' to say (Shh)
b*tch, yeah, you know that I'm livin' it (Yeah)
You know we got no time to play (Let's go)
R-racks only get me like (Shee)
You ain't mean nothin' to me (Oh)
I'm in the Trackhawk Jeep (Skrr)
Yeah, this sh*t easy like free throw
Molly on me, just got cheese (Yeah)
Perkys on me, no more weed (Yeah)
All your music is weak (It's ass)
I'm telling you "We goin' to sleep" (No)
I've been on Oxy' for weeks, for real
They don't even know how we geek (Let's go)
They've been lying about poppin' them pills, boy, that sh*t so weak (It's cap)
They don't even have no racks for real-eal, they so cheap (Uh)
We about to get this bread all day, on god, 'cause we such as*h*les (Yeah)

[Chorus]
When I walk in this b*tch with the glick on my side, with the diamonds on me, I'm gon' fire up (Ergh)
I just walked in this b*tch with the brand new Balenci' shoes, I mean the ones that gon' light up (Ergh)
Me and Clibbo the greatest, together forever, the ones that we really don't fight up (Ergh)
And you keep on been askin' me, "Go do some sh*t for you," yeah, but you know my hands tied up (Ergh)
Fed up (Let's go), yeah, we love our jeans with them rackies, they fed up
Fed up, yeah, I want my racks and I want new Chanel, uh
Fed up, yeah, we 'bout to go to the top, they gon' let us
We in the AirBnb with your lil' baby girl, and I know that her top is the wettest
I'm 'bout to go put some Rick on my fit just to drip a lil' bit', and you know that it's the leather
We got them diamonds that crushing VVS stones in the back, that b*tch she won't let up
You know we back killin' sh*t with that money on me, I got hunnids on me, I got fifties on me, I got twenties on me, I got b*tches on me, and we still ride around with the blickies on me
I said, "f*ck the police" (f*ck the police)
'Bouta get on her knees, uh
Boy, yeah, we scammin' for cheese, huh
You should try bankin' with Yeat, huh
I'm 'bout to diamond my teeth, huh
Yeah, her sh*t wet like the beach, huh
They trying to get it like me, huh
I told you, "Wait out and see" (Ergh)