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Fed up
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fed up was released on December 5, 2025 by Stackin Season as a part of the album HER - EP
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Release DateDecember 5, 2025
LabelStackin Season
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raynall Bolton
Raynall Bolton
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Divin WIlliams
Divin WIlliams
Songwriter
Raynall Bolton
Raynall Bolton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Divin WIlliams
Divin WIlliams
Producer

Lyrics

I'm kicking this shit with my feet up, one thing for sure, Ima run some bread up
If hate was the topic, let's keep this shit real, I got a hoes fed up
I'm popping big bottles, that VIP shit while you at it, the club
Don't want no kisses, no hugs, shit, I'm coming like one of the thugs
I get the face and send em to you, I call that fuck love
I'm focused on nothing but the money, you would've thought my first name was hunnids
Comma after comma, dollar after dollar, I'm straight to the money
Comma after comma, dollar after dollar, let's go get the money
Kicking this shit with my foot up, one thing for sure, Ima run this shit up
I'm having my way, ain't letting no, know these hoes praying and hoping I give up
I got a tunnel vision, all I see is commas, ask me what I'm doing, probably say some money
Don't want your dude, keep him, I ain't having no money or motion he's leeching
I'm stacking this shit like it's Lego, I'm gonna pursue all the shit I've been dreaming
I want let a pussy, little bitch, or a **** trip me, out my spot, I'm on Demon
I do this for Audrea, and all of the ones want to see me on top
Ones who congratulate, be the same ones who be praying you flop
I'm kicking this shit with my feet up, one thing for sure, Ima run some bread up
If hate was the topic, let's keep this shit real, I got a hoes fed up
I'm popping big bottles, that VIP shit while you at it, the club
Don't want no kisses, no hugs, shit, I'm coming like one of the thugs
I get the face and send em to you, I call that fuck love
I'm focused on nothing but the money, you would've thought my first name was hunnids
Comma after comma, dollar after dollar, I'm straight to the money
Comma after comma, dollar after dollar, let's go get the money
Let's go get some money, let's run up the bag, aye let's do it
I ain't worried about none of these hoes or ****, I'm getting straight to it
One foot on the gas, ain't never no brakes, ain't no time for that
He texting on bullshit, I ain't even got time today
I cut off the word, I'm focused on me, put this shit in they face
You gotta pack me for time now, you gotta wait in that line now
I'm in that mode, rain, sleet, sun, or snow
Ima stay having shit, only real bitches relate to this
Go
Some shit like that
Written by: Divin WIlliams, Raynall Bolton
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