Bitch you got me fucked up
Talking all that shit but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed, you niggas lucked up
Run up, chasing niggas down, you might get done up
Funds up, talking out your neck retarded
But bitch you got me fucked up
Talking all that shit but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed, you niggas lucked up
Run up, chasing niggas down, you might get done up
Funds up, talking out your neck retarded
Boy go get your bands up, pull my pants up
Go to work, I might just blam you 'cause I can't stand you
Bitch stuck on me like some dandruff, bless you on camera
You know I don't put my hands up, I'm taking banners
And my broski got that Hi-Tech to hologram you
I say shoot, that boy go ape shit, he go bananas
Call him Caesar with that drum stick, bitch put your hands up
Or I'm gon' tell lil bro to activate, give you the hammer
And I'm down to catch a body bitch, just copped extended clips
Lay a nigga where his mouth run then dance like Bobby bitch (free Bobby)
Milly rocking on your front yard, get popped, no mollies bitch (free Rowdy)
Never got shit on the twenty-fifth, I got some naughty bitch, ayy
Bitch you got me fucked up
Talking all that shit but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed, you niggas lucked up
Run up, chasing niggas down, you might get done up
Funds up, talking out your neck retarded
But bitch you got me fucked up
Talking all that shit but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed, you niggas lucked up
Run up, chasing niggas down, you might get done up
Funds up, talking out your neck retarded
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