Lyrics SET EM UP (feat. Mariistax) [Bonus] - FM Wu

And if ah nigga get to playing
We gone wet em up
I do not do no shit regular
We gon hit em we gon spray em
We gon set em up
Put that bitch up on my schedule

I roll up the gas and take off inna jet
I'm in the driver she giving me neck
She a thot bitch so I put her in check
She a hot bitch put the check on her neck

Fuck wit the gang you know what it do
And I get all of my bitches in two
I don't like calling em put em on mute
That ain't wit all of em only a few

Pull up to the spot got gas on deck
Come at us wrong and you gon get checked
Feel like KD when I hop on the net
Feel like KD when I post on the set

I run that shit to the top and it go
How I get my money be different you know
How I be fucking these bitches you know
Run wit a stick but I hit wit a pole

All of my niggas they ready to wreack
We be young niggas just breaking that bread
We made a code don't forget what I said
We made a code don't forget what I said

We caught em lurking right there at the light
Now he don't never wan come out at night
He got a gun he don't know how to fight
We knocked that nigga right off outta sight

Stay wit my niggas they dripping in red
You a hoe bitch get the fuck out my bed
I shoulda known you was snake I could tell
Where the fuck niggas was at when I fell

I get the bag I just made a call
I gotta take it I waited this long
I fuck that bitch wit her back onna wall
Now she can not get enough of my song

I don't need no bitch keep making these sales
Life is a rollercoaster no rails
I just been stacking ain't making no bails
Fuck all the snakes they burning in hell
Bringing a pack in through the mail
Smoking that good gas you could smell
Bringing a pack in through the mail
Smoking that good gas you could smell

I hate these niggas we don't get along
Most of em bitches I know that they wrong
Look how I'm dripping I been getting fly
If you ask me ion't care if they die
Fuck what you think I been hearing lie
I do not fuck wit you, you not my guy
Fm them niggas I get it I try
Fuck how you feeling I been getting high

Imma drink up on this cup
Tryna stack and run it up
Bitches fake don't show no love
Imma stay down need a Bentley truck

Imma stay down inna Bentley
Fill up the tank it's empty
I do not focus on bitches
Only on what they gon give me
Call out to god you hear me
Imma say everything clearly
I don't want nobody near me
I do not know why they fear me

I got the bread and I'm falling off
I want the head and I'm running off
I'm counting this bread my fingers hurting
If you really want it be the bigger person
Let's go down we could go big
Uptown nigga I'm living the real
Came from the blood then you know the deal
My niggas got sticks it'll give you the chills

Give you the chills
This shit getting real
Fuck how you feel
You know what the deal
One an ah mil
I don't gotta steal
Breaking the bank
They gon want me foreal

Bitches be fake so I stay one up
My heart so cold Ion't give no fucks
Playing tag wit the glock
I ain't using no gloves
Serving the pack yea I'm running up
Told my mama imma rockstar
Turn lil cuz to a block star
We be smoking like a rasta
Dodging bullets like its hop scotch
Don't panic
Heart so broke no I can't stand it
Taking me up there we in the attic
It's up and it's stuck there you better manage
(Yea, uh, yea)
You better manage
It's up and it's stuck there
(Uh)
You better manage