Fucced Up Lyrics

Damn,

Pop me a perc and get fucked up, Woah woah, I keep a Glock why the fuck is you runnin up,

Yeah, If it ain't about the bread nigga shut the Hell up, I got back in the booth and I'm

Cuttin the fuck up, Hit it from the back yeah, That bitch a runner, And

These niggas got me fucked up, Yeah I'm the One not the two, Not the runner up,

Had to get it on my own, I was trappin at the Citgo, I been going crazy nigga feel just like a Sicko,

Yeah I really be that nigga, Not the man up in The middle, I knew I was gone make it ever Since I was little, Since a little nigga, CGB Thats the gang we full of real niggas,

I been goin through some shit so I pop a pill Nigga, I can't feel nigga, Got it on my own I Dont need a deal nigga,

Yeah, Fuck a handout, With da chopper I'ma Slime ya mans out, I can't wife dat hoe,

Cause she fanned out, Niggas hatin on me Cause he inna drout, And im really rich,

Nigga mad as hell, Cause I'm with his bitch, And I'm with his hoe, Hit it real quick

Then the nigga gotta go, Hell no I can't be late For my show,

Hell no, Niggas never late to the money, Fuck No niggas never late to the cash,

And the feds on our ass so I had to do the dash, They be askin' how I do it cause I ran it up so Fast, They be askin' how I get it cause I get That shit wit eez, She gon get on her knees, I Dont got to say please , Yeah I heard you a rat You gon tell for the cheese, Walk in saks fifth,

Yeah imma get what I please

I been ballin to hard but I'm not up in the league,

I got hoes on my dick, I don't care you can leave, I don't care you can dip you can

Hit the door, Yeah I got hella bands but I need Some more, Got that shit up on my own nigga I Dont need support, Ran it up so damn fast like I'm inna sport,

Ballin hard nigga like I'm on the court, Yeah, So Fucked up, I put da perc and n my soda,

Damn, I put the perc seven up, Bitch think im Dumb I know she tryna set me up, Yeah, I Know that she a nat so I told her come suck Me up

I got my glock so don't think about runnin up, Yeah, Why did you go

Yeah, That shit really fucced me up, Woah, Yeah, Damn, That shit really fucced me up,

Pop me a perc and get fucked up, Woah woah, I keep a Glock why the fuck is you runnin up,

Yeah, If it ain't about the bread nigga shut the Hell up, I got back in the booth and I'm

Cuttin the fuck up, Hit it from the back yeah, That bitch a runner, And

These niggas got me fucked up, Yeah I'm the One not the two, Not the runner up,

Had to get it on my own, I was trappin at the Citgo, I been going crazy nigga feel just like a Sicko,

Yeah I really be that nigga, Not the man up in The middle, I knew I was gone make it ever Since I was little, Since a little nigga, CGB Thats the gang we full of real niggas,

I been goin through some shit so I pop a pill Nigga, I can't feel nigga, Got it on my own I Dont need a deal nigga,

Hell naw, Gang, Bitch.