Fed Up

Yo, turn that shit up a lil' more, you heard?

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EBK, I—

I keep my—

And I'm fed up (I'm fed up)

I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (Let up)

And the .30 on me for the setup (Setup)

Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up

Like, got Berettas (Berettas)

And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (In her sweater)

Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you

So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (Baow, baow, baow)

Like, and I hang out the V just for free

And I'm rich, so my Glock got a switch on repeat (On repeat)

Remember days I was down on my feet, now I pull out a hunnid to spend in a week (On a week)

And my kindness, don't take it for weak' (Don't do that shit)

Remember days I ain't sleep for some weeks

I was boomin' for days, now I'm gettin' paid for talkin' my shit on a beat (Don't run, don't trip)

Nothin' changed, just stay in your lane (Faceshot gang, we aim for the cheek)

You touch one of mine, I'm spinnin' for weeks (You ain't gang)

Let it bang, I'm lettin' it flame

You don't do the same, you ain't hangin' with me

Get out the V, you ain't flamin' with me (You ain't bangin' with me)

Ain't no time to be wastin' with me (To be wastin' with me)

Let the chop', I ain't stoppin' for D's (Two knocks)

Two knocks, high speed, got 'em racin' with me

And I'm fed up (I'm fed up)

I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (Let up)

And the .30 on me for the setup (Setup)

Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up

Like, got Berettas (Berettas)

And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (In her sweater)

Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you

So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (Baow, baow, baow)

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And I'm fed up (I'm fed up)

I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (Let up)

And the .30 on me for the setup (Setup)

Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up

Like, got Berettas (Berettas)

And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (In her sweater)

Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you

So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (Baow, baow, baow, like)

Ridin' sturdy, still screamin', "Free Flocky"

Innocent, just police be on yak (Gang, gang)

Fuck it, I still move around with my Glock

Tryna catch an opp and put him in a box

One up top, no click-clack

Pussy, what you know 'bout get back?

See a opp, no chit chat

I done had enough of this cap

I catch somethin' slippin', I'ma score

Face shot, leave spaghetti on the floor

Last ****, he got nevermind

Couple more shots, would've been a dime

Know I'll be the greatest in some time

**** like me just be hard to find

Fuck around, that shit get gooey, slime

Brand new pack, I roll my dough

Forty cal', that blow a **** mind

Twenty-one with a heart of a lion

Know they see me on top, they be sighin'

I can't find peace, it's too much of us dyin'

Why I never strayin' from my guys?

Still ain't make it out, that shit be cap

Rich and famous, **** want me dead

I am not, lil' dummy, he a pack

And I'm fed up

I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (Let up)

And the .30 on me for the setup (Setup)

Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up

Like, got Berettas (Berettas)

And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (In her sweater)

Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you

So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (Baow, baow, baow)

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And I'm fed up

I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (Let up)

And the .30 on me for the setup (Setup)

Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up

Like, got Berettas (Berettas)

And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (In her sweater)

Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you

So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (Baow, baow, baow, like)

Grrah (Grrah, grrah)

Ayo, free the fuckin' guys 'til I see the guys, ****

Disrespect the guys, you gon' meet the guys, ****

Everything for Naz Loc, you heard?

Forever flockin' for JayRipK, ****

Ballin' for JB, ****

Big DOA, ****

Mr. Wipe-A-****-Nose-If-It's-Runny, ****