Lil Uptwn - Fed Up Lyrics

Swing dope gang too official, Know if we bend on yo rip we a lock for to get ya
Bitch I done I won't diss you, Send bullets straight to his face and his
Muhfuccin' tissue, Bounce out the V go and get you
F*ck all the opps from that block, Know I'm tryna get wit you
And none of y'all tryna get with me, Cuz y'all know Lil Up he been standing on
Biz too official, Free bitch wan suck on the pickle
Yeah she be f*cking with us but she f*ck with them niggas
I'ma pop out, squeezing triggers, Switchy on fully
You know I'm a lock for to get you, Walking em down out the picture
F*ck all the opps, I'll be glad when I really dismiss em
And none of these niggas be wit it, Cuz I swear to God when we blick
They don't even be blickin',One opp sent shots he was missing
Know he a bitch, On a drill the lil' nigga was pissing
Hop out the car get to blickin, Look to my left and my right
Fo I make this decision, Niggas don't know that I'm wit it
Bitch I'm a young slime nigga, Been turnt in the city
Say the best thing to do is get wit me, Cuz all of my guys we gon eat
That's no cap, no kizzy, Leaving the drill reminising
Zy on my right standing tall bumping shit like a piston
Fans in my face while I'm chillin'
Bitch do you know bout the way a young nigga been feelin'
Bitch this shit ain't competition, But I can put it on God
You been here for a minute, And yo mans was dancing and tricking
But you swear to God if we bend, That y'all niggas is blickin'
Niggas ain't standing on biz, Innem cuts, send straight 40's and 9's
To his mind f*ck em up, Yo homie thinking he 50
Cuz he still alive, He gon' die when we pop out the cut
Niggas be thinking this shit here a bluff, When I put it on God that
This shit ain't a bluff, Used to be out onna field
Causing hell, Now I'm out inna field tryna make niggas dust
I don't know why niggas see me in clutch
When I know for a fact that you ain't finna bust
Some niggas faking, ain't got nun tucked
But you ain't gotta lie, Nigga, keep it a buck
These niggas broke, Mane, I don't give a f*ck
Mane, Don't run into me, for yo ass outta luck
Bitch, I'm outside tryna get to the bucks
But if opps tryna crash, Mane I don't give a f*ck
Uh, bitch, I been out tryna sco
Two at a time, now that's three in a row
I'm cracking dimes, not threes and da fours
Dis bitch dumb as a bitch, I ain't bringing her home
F*ck off my phone, Bitch better leave me alone
I'm in class tryna work on my song
Popping my shit on a Sunday, hitting at opps
The next day, I'm here working on chromes
He making songs, Bitch, we ain't making no songs
Bout the opps niggas know what we on
He claim he turnt till his ass get burnt
Just for bringing my name up in one of them songs
He going long, bullets like Patrick Mahomes
Throwing dots, tapping skin with no phone
I'm tryna slide and hop out, get em gone stop that snatching
For niggas, Come run in yo home