f*cked Up lyrics

by

Lud Foe


[Verse 1]
Man, these n*ggas got me f*cked up
Boy, you better get yo bucks up
You ain't eating, boy, you f*cked up
We don't carry nun-chucks, lay this man, make these b*tches lust us
You say you with it but you uncut
30's on the trap, wheels big like a school bus
Give my hitman 10 grand, he'll shoot sum'
Bag on yo' head, you get did by a broke n*gga
Go to war with anybody, we ain't scared of no n*gga
Homicides, we do drive-by's off the 4 wheelers
Hit the block, double back, finna shoot some more n*ggas
I dont like to talk about this sh*t so I show n*ggas
They don't look familiar, I dont even know n*ggas
We run up in that n*gga house, kick a door, get the door
Snuck in the club with my snubnose .44
If you dont add no water to yo' money plant it won't grow
f*ck his hoe, but if you ex his name bet I won't know
I just bought a new Glock with the laser, and I keep that b*tch on my hip like a pager
New b*tch with some big lips like Fantasia
When we catch you lacking won't be no one there to save you
Holes in ya like a donut, bullets glaze ya
She ain't never seen so much money I amazed her
Black n*gga, f*cking white hoes like a flavor
Got so many acres, that I don't got no neighbors
Balling so damn hard like I played for the Lakers
You not on yo' feet, pump fake for the fakers
b*tch I'm from Chiraq where it's killers and rapers
Line his ass up, leave a n*gga with a taper
Drinking Hendo, tell -???-
She can run for president I still won't chase her
I'm still in the trap at the table with my razor
I can't take no shorts and you can't get no favor
Ice around my neck, gold Cubans cost 2 sum'
Run off with a n*gga b*tch then I have a 2 sum'
Kick a n*gga door down, come back, boom sum'
Trap still open, catch a junkie wanna toot sum'
We drinking Henny, give the Margaritas to the eaters
We ride with heaters, you a follower, I'm a leader
He's a house n*gga, family guy like Peter
200 on the dash, b*tch, I did the whole meter
I don't love her, I'ma leave her cuz I don't need her
My new Nina, very friendly, who wanna meet her?
She's a cheater, she'll f*ck ya then f*ck ya people
Let's have a 3 sum with .40, Nina, and Desert Eagle
We be to see you, with illegals up in the Regal
And then we leave you, in the bushes with all the pinas
I'm in the trap house serving junkies and shooting Ninas
You get down or lay down, n*gga, like Beanie Siegel
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