​fukin em up lyrics

[Intro]
(Thanks 4me)
Yeah
(I’m in this b*tch with Clayco)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Racks in, I’m f*ckin 'em up
Said this lil' b*tch a ten and she gon' let me f*ck
We f*ckin 'em up
We f*ckin 'em up
We f*ckin 'em up
We f*ckin 'em up
We f*ckin 'em up
We f*ckin 'em up
We f*ckin 'em up
Yeah

[Chorus]
Racks in, I’m f*ckin 'em up
Yeah, this lil b*tch a ten and she gon' let me f*ck
Damn, I’m kicking sh*t just like nunchucks
Damn, this designer sh*t, f*cked it up
Damn, big Backwood, take a puff
See, I just spent a hundred, put bullets on buckles
Yeah, she can’t hold me down, I’m not cuffing
I’m a solid young n*gga, not going for nothing
[Verse]
Yeah, this YSL all on my shoes and my buttons
Yeah, these lil' boys broke, no, they not getting nothing
I’m like woah, yo hoe, she just got to sucking
She like woah, lil' Lonely, he really on something
Yeah, I was down bad, no, I wasn’t having nothing
Now all of my hoes, they be having like something
Presidential all black tee, Obama
Resident, I switched two times this summer

[Chorus]
Racks in, I’m f*ckin 'em up
Yeah, this lil' b*tch a ten and she gon' let me f*ck
Damn, I’m kicking sh*t just like nunchucks
Damn, this designer sh*t f*cked it up
Damn, big Backwood take a puff
See, I just spent a hundred, put bullets on buckles
Yeah, she can’t hold me down, I’m not cuffing
I’m a solid young n*gga, not going for nothing