Fed Up lyrics

[Intro]
K Free
(Oh my God, girl, that's Kasher Quon)
Kasher Quon
Let's go
Alright, alright, alright
You feel me?
Ayy, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch

[Verse]
Livin' in the city, bunch of petty ass n*ggas
When it's time to slide down, ain't ready ass n*ggas
I'll turn a n*gga head into spaghetti ass n*gga
Your main b*tch wanna f*ck 'cause of that Prezi, lil' n*gga
You ain't ready, lil' n*gga, just a petty ass n*gga
That ain't touchin' no chicken or f*ckin' no b*tches
Try to rob, you ain't livin', goin' through your a-ligaments
My n*ggas be killin' sh*t, on the East with them thirty sticks
Can't f*ck with no dirty b*tch that's out here just suckin' di*k
But want me to f*ck and sh*t, you can't get none of this
Ain't no ham ass n*gga, I got bands, lil' n*gga
In my pants, lil' n*gga, show me a band, lil' n*gga
Can get these hands, lil' n*gga, clip won't jam, lil' n*gga
Shut your broke ass mouth, tryna get some clout
What is that about? Your b*tch be givin' me mouth
Take pills down South, GPS the route
I f*ck the hoes that you hound, got that cake, no pound
You can meet me on Mound, chopper hold them rounds
f*ckin' 'round with crowns, scuff my shoes on the ground
See I'm up and they frown, sit around, they poutin'
Your b*tch say, "di*k me down," you 'bout to lick her down
Straight kiss her down, you's a f*ckin' ham
You don't f*ckin' scam, ain't blowin' weed by the gram
Ain't juggin' on Instagram, ain't sittin' back, catchin' hands, b*tch
[Outro]
Uh, ayy
Kasher Quon
Let's go, ayy
b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
I'm in this b*tch goin' crazy, n*gga, you feel me? Uh, ayy
You feel me? Ayy
You feel me? You feel me? You feel me? You feel me?
All y'all n*ggas out here on some hatin' sh*t
(Oh my God, girl, that's Kasher Quon)
Shut the f*ck up
Goddamn, n*gga
Let me talk my sh*t though, you hear me?
You hear me?
You hear me? You hear me? You hear me?
You hear me? You hear me?
(Oh my God, girl, that's Kasher Quon)