Lyrics GMFU - DC The Don

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)