GMFU

Huh (Yeah), yeah Ay, ay, yeah (Niggas got me fucked up you know what the fuck goin' on) Yeah, ayy, ayy Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man Bitch, you got me fucked up Talkin' all that shit but get your bucks up Fucks up, my AR got jammed, you niggas lucked up Run up, chasin' niggas down, you might get done up Funds up, talkin' out your neck, retarded Lil' bitch, you got me fucked up Talkin' all that shit but get your bucks up Fucks up, my AR got jammed, you niggas lucked up Run up, chasin' niggas down, you might get done up Funds up, talkin' out your neck, retarded Boy, go get your bands up, pull my pants up (Gang, gang) Go to work, I might just blam ya 'cause I can't stand ya Bitch stuck on me like some dandruff, bless you on camera You know I don't put my hands up, I'm takin' banners And my broski got that Hi-Tech to hologram ya 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 Lame nigga, where his mouth ran Then dance like Bobby, bitch (Free Bobby) Milly-rocking on your front yard Get popped, no molly's, bitch (Free Rowdy) Never got shit on the twenty-fifth, I guess I'm naughty, bitch, ayy Bitch, you got me fucked up Talking all that shit but get your bucks up Fucks 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 Lil' bitch, you got me fucked up Talking all that shit but get your bucks up Fucks 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 Bitch Ayy, yuh, yuh, ayy Ayy yuh, bitch Gang (Gang)