FED UP Lyrics

Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick

Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit

She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich

If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit

DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist

Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip

Amiri Celine, she loving my drip

She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick

Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick

Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit

She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich

If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit

DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist

Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip

Amiri Celine, she loving my drip

She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick

Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick

Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit

She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich

If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit

DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist

Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip

Amiri Celine, she loving my drip

She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick

Trappin' gets scary like Halloween

I'm goin' door to door

Paper comin' fast, tryna take it slow

How you trap? and got none to show

Free CEO till he home

He ain't wanna leave them sticks alone

I can't blame him though

Can't blame him

Cause I'm blowin' bags with my stick in holt

Brody bought Lizzy for a quarter milly

He could've went richy though

Two years, did it off the net I wasn't jammed up, I was makin' pros One time I was in a jam

Stephen Bernstein overturn convictions though

Momma preachin the safer route

She don't know I seen a hundred though

Pops wanted me to build homes

Fuck it, I'd rather build a phone

Say when they see me, it's them times

Fuck you think I bought the Rollie for

Stk on a slow day

If my phone rings, pack this shit to go

On the yorkville strip in a big body whip

5K fit, yeah, that's for sure

Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick

Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit

She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich

If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit

DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist

Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip

Amiri Celine, she loving my drip

She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick

Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick

Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit

She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich

If you ain't up a hundred then don't tell me shit

DT juggin with a rollie on my wrist

Trap trap hard than I switch up the whip

Amiri Celine, she loving my drip

She touchin my body almost sounded my Stick

She workin' for me, how the fuck's it her money

I don't even get it how the fuck you start the beef and you dead it

If you ask me, that shit is pathetic Niggas see a bad b and try and bend it

A nigga like me man, I'm just tryna sell it GG with the promag you might as well lack

That's a suicide mission, I'm tellin' you that

Im drip down in marni she think it's armani

She all on my body, she swear I sell barni

Lil' bitch talk crazy, but she know I'm fed up

Don't sink in the trench, hurry out the gutter send a bitch around the way, unless the body's done up

And if you ain't up 100 then shut the fuck up

Keep your mouth shut

If you ain't up a 100 than shut the fuck up

Keep your mouth shut

Klutch

Fed up