f*ck ’Em Up lyrics
by Pouya
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
We gon' f*ck em up, we gon', we gon' f*ck 'em up
We gon' f*ck em up, we gon', we gon' f*ck 'em up
f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up
We gon', we gon' f*ck em up
We gon' f*ck em up, we gon', we gon' f*ck 'em up
We gon' f*ck em up, we gon', we gon' f*ck 'em up
f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up
We gon', we gon' f*ck em up
[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Got the four-four next to me, squeeze the trigger, make 'em bleed
MGP, my kidneys leak, gon' pop this flat and watch it peak
Rollin' and rollin', I swear I keep goin'
My money is growin', my b*tches are foreign
My goonies they lurkin, [?] I'm swervin'
I'm curbin' these b*tches, Buffet Boys, we blowin'
Always up, poppin' off, stupid ho, just shut it up
Opp he pop, we clappin' up
Downin' lean, I can't get up
Don't like you, we smashin' up
Call the plug, what happenin', bruh?
All my money stretchin' far, my Euro b*tch with foreign cars
Thrash these streets, gon' shred the gnar
Gas bag, loud pack by the jar
Burning swishas, lungs got tar
My ego shinin' like a star
Everyone know who we are, my car real fast, it's NASCAR drivin'
She suck my di*k, she swallow it
I kick her out, I won't commit
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
We gon' f*ck em up, we gon', we gon' f*ck 'em up
We gon' f*ck em up, we gon', we gon' f*ck 'em up
f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up
We gon', we gon' f*ck em up
We gon' f*ck em up, we gon', we gon' f*ck 'em up
We gon' f*ck em up, we gon', we gon' f*ck 'em up
f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up
We gon', we gon' f*ck em up
[Verse 2: Eddy Baker]
We gon' f*ck sh*t up, hit 'em with a Falcon Punch
This ain't what he want, smash him like some Captain Crunch
b*tch I'm off the blunts, spark it and proceed to puff
Never been a chump, pus*y, never been a punk
Goons like Captain Hook, b*tch, you f*ckin' with the crook
I will leave you shook, ass-whoopings, I wrote the book
When you flexin' how we flex, all the hoes gon' look
Yeah, I skeeted on her neck, I'ma f*ckin' fool
I was trappin' at the school, never follow rules
A+ in the shop class, I was good with tools
I'm that n*gga with a sack, who the f*ck are you?
Put a n*gga on his back if he lose his cool
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
We gon' f*ck em up, we gon', we gon' f*ck 'em up
We gon' f*ck em up, we gon', we gon' f*ck 'em up
f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up
We gon', we gon' f*ck em up
We gon' f*ck em up, we gon', we gon' f*ck 'em up
We gon' f*ck em up, we gon', we gon' f*ck 'em up
f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up
We gon', we gon' f*ck em up