f*ckEMUP lyrics

[Verse 1]
If a n*gga talkin' sideway, I might pop him in the lip
Then I dip, chain wallet on my hip
Man, get a grip, black nails in yo b*tch
She on my di*k, said she finna let me hit
And that's off rip, talkin' down on the gang
I go insane, pillow talkin' on my name
Might blow yo brains, f*ck n*gga, you's a lame
And it's a shame, talkin' down for the fame
You might end up in a grave, and that's on gang, b*tch

[Chorus]
f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up
f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up
f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up
f*ck 'em up, Flex
f*ck 'em up, Flex
f*ck 'em up, Flex
f*ck 'em up, Flex
f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up
f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up
f*ck 'em up, f*ck 'em up
f*ck 'em up, Flex
f*ck 'em up, Flex
f*ck 'em up, Flex
f*ck 'em up, Flex

[Verse 2]
And my n*gga, I stay on my f*ckin' grind, shout out Dust Boyz
What, boy? Block my shine, you get bust, boy
Wassup, boy? Gang got blades, you get stuck, boy
Get cut, boy, ain't on sh*t, you's a f*ck boy
Run, boy, said you n*ggas ain't on sh*t
So talk sh*t, knock you out like a mosh pit
Get rocked, b*tch, run your mouth, you get clocked, b*tch
Stop, b*tch, hoe, it's Yung Flex La Flare
What the f*ck you thought, b*tch?