f*ckd Up lyrics

f*ck it im f*cked up
f*ck it i know im a f*ck up
f*ck it then f*ck it we f*cked up
Talking too much shut the f*ck up
I can't hear nothing im f*cked up
I can't see nothing im f*cked up
I might kill something im f*cked up
I dont feel nothing im f*cked up

I might swang through hit yo block up, i bet this b*tch wake the cops up, turn that lil n*gga to pasta, he’ll get ate like a potluck, if its too dark put a dot up, knock that lil boy out his prada

n*gga its death or dishonor x2

I bought a gun, and it came with another gun, bought a big Ak with a drum every bullet come out if you pull this b*tch once ain't shooting out whips ima hop out the front if i f*ck yo life up ima do it upfront
I dont like the beef, i just never run dont do it for me, i do it for fun
Im riding down 30s im doing em dirty still serving the birdies and serving them percys dont run up im nervous
I keep me a 30, that b*tch prolly knock yo muthaf*ckin head off, hopped in a bucket and i muthaf*ckin sped off