Fyed Up

(Uh, whole lotta bands on me
Bands on me bitch)
(Whole lotta diamonds on me
They floodin' a bitch)
(Whole lotta kids gone be talkin' that shit)
Let's go

When I walk in this bitch with the glick on
My side with the diamonds on me
I'm gon' fire up (Ergh)
I just walked in this bitch
With the brand new Balenci
Shoes on me the ones that won't light up
(Ergh) me and Clibbo the greatest
Together forever the
Ones that we really know fyed up (Ergh)
And you keep on askin' me go
Do some shit for you, yeah
But you know my hands tied up (Ergh)
Fed up (Let's go) , yeah
We love our jeans with them
Rackies they fed up
Fed up, yeah, I want my racks
And I want that new Chanel, uh
Fed up, yeah
We 'bout to go to the top they gon' let us
We in the AirBnb with your lil' baby girl and
I know that her top is the wettest
I'm 'bout to go put some Rick
On my fit just to drip a lil' bit and you
Know that it's the leather
We got them diamonds that crushing
VVS stones in the back
That bitch she won't let up
You know we back killin' shit with that money
On me, I got hunnids on me
I got fifties on me, I got twenties
On me, I got bitches on me
And we still ride around with
The blickies on me
I said "Fuck the police" (Fuck the police)
'Boutta get on her knees, uh
Boy, yeah, we scammin' for cheese, huh
You should try bankin' with Yeat, huh
I'm 'bout to diamond my teeth, huh
Yeah, her shit wet like the beach, huh
They trying to get it like me, huh
I told you "Wait out and see" (Ergh)

I'm in LA with the Slays (yeah)
You better watch out your bae
We really doin' shit different (Different)
And I know everyone copy the wave (Uh)
Bitch, yeah, you know that I'm ignorant
(yeah) you know I got none to say (Shh)
Bitch, yeah, you know that I'm livin' it
(yeah)
You know we got no time to play (Let's go)
Racks only get me like (Shee)
You ain't mean nothin' to me (Oh)
I'm in the Trackhawk Jeep (Skrr)
Yeah, this shit easy like free throw
Molly on me, just got (yeah)
Percies on me, no more weed (yeah)
All your music is weak (It's ass)
I'm telling you "We goin' to sleep" (No)
I've been on oxy for weeks for real
They don't even know how we geeked (Let's go)
They've been lying about poppin'
Them pills, boy, that shit so weak
(It's cap)
They don't even have no racks for real -eal
They so cheap (Uh)
We about to get this bread all day, on god
We so up (yeah)

When I walk in this bitch with the glick
On my side with the diamonds on me
I'm gon' fire up (Ergh)
I just walked in this bitch
With the brand new Balenci
Shoes on me the ones that won't light up
(Ergh) me and Clibbo the greatest
Together forever the
Ones that we really know fyed up (Ergh)
And you keep on askin' me go
Do some shit for you, yeah
But you know my hands tied up (Ergh)
Fed up (Let's go) , yeah
We love our jeans with them
Rackies they fed up
Fed up, yeah, I want my racks
And I want that new Chanel, uh
Fed up, yeah
We 'bout to go to the top they gon' let us
We in the AirBnb with your lil' baby girl and
I know that her top is the wettest
I'm 'bout to go put some Rick
On my fit just to drip a lil' bit and you
Know that it's the leather
We got them diamonds that crushing
VVS stones in the back
That bitch she won't let up
You know we back here lil' shit with that
Money on me, I got hunnids on me
I got fifties on me, I got twenties
On me, I got bitches on me
And we still ride around with
The blickies on me
I said "Fuck the police" (Fuck the police)
'Boutta get on her knees, uh
Boy, yeah, we scammin' for cheese, huh
You should try bankin' with Yeat, huh
I'm 'bout to diamond my teeth, huh
Yeah, her shit wet like the beach, huh
They trying to get it like me, huh
I told you "Wait out and see" (Ergh)

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