Lyrics F****d Up (feat. Boi Mystery & Empra) - Lewxs

Fucked up, fucked up
Yeah, you know the drugs got me fucked up (Fucked up, yeah)
Run up (Run), I'ma run up (I'ma run)
When I see the feds, I'ma runner (Skrrt, skrrt)

Psychedelic dreams
Thottie on her knees
Fucked up (Yeah), fucked up (Yeah)
Yeah, you know the drugs got me fucked up

Skittles make me pass it out
Maserati, gas it out
Driving crossed, I crashed it out
Brand new tires, she slashed 'em out
I'm astronomical, you see me fly up
You should just hand me the paper, I'm fried up
If they intelligent, they won't defy us
Thots tryna slide but that never surprise us

Pink lemonade
Shorty be sipping and hitting, it's great
I want the top, want it all on her face
I got a whole lot, it all on a tape
Want another explanation
I'm never tryna perplex you, baby
I know that girl on her best behavior
Rollin for days, I'ma text you later

Buss up, yeah I'm go and get drugged up
She wanna Juice and Ally
I'm go get her, make sure that she cuffed up
Shorty, she run up my bands, uh
Spend the summer I'm in France, uh
Shorty got me me stuffed up, fucked up
Got me all up in a trance, yeah

Fucked up (Yeah), fucked up
Yeah, you know the drugs got me fucked up (Fucked up, yeah)
Run up (I'ma run up), I'ma run up (I'ma run up)
When I see the feds, I'ma runner

Psychedelic dreams (Psychedelic dreams)
Thottie on her knees (Thottie on her knees)
Fucked up (Fucked up), fucked up (Fucked up)
Yeah, you know the drugs got me fucked up

Me without the drugs is like Lebron without the rings (Shoot)
Me without the drugs is like Quavo with the bling (Ice)
I just popped a purple pill and my jaw starts to swing (Pop it)
Waiting for the dealer call, just let the trapper ring (Woo)

Let the birds sing (Sing)
Yeah, it's 5am and I ain't been to sleep (5)
Texting on my Snapchat, asking who's to meet (Who)
But if nobody awake, I'll take another key (Yeah)

No, I can't love that bitch, I call her Billie Jean (Billie)
Yeah, I just bought a packet, put it in my jeans (White)
Smoking blunts with the gang and we sipping lean (Gang)
Yeah, I'm so high I feel like Charlie Sheen (Charlie)

Fucked up, fucked up
Yeah, you know the drugs got me fucked up (Fucked up, yeah)
Run up (Run), I'ma run up (I'ma run)
When I see the feds, I'ma runner (Skrrt, skrrt)

Psychedelic dreams
Thottie on her knees
Fucked up (Yeah), fucked up (Yeah)
Yeah, you know the drugs got me fucked up

Give me that one, two
Give me that one, two
Come on, we making a move
Blacked out, ducking the blue
Ducking the blue (Skrrt)

So who can a thug make love to?
She sat in the back with fiends, yeah (Fiends)
Don't show ID, yeah (Nah)
Back of the V
Litre of blood, I swap for the trees (Litre of blood)
Bad bitch, she under me

Popping all that she sees
I hide a my piece in the Jeep
I keep a bitch on her feet
I got a bitch on her knees
Fucked up, promethazine
Had to pull up in a Rangey (Skrrt)
Nearly caught a case
But I left it on safety

Fucked up, fucked up
Yeah, you know the drugs got me fucked up (Fucked up, yeah)
Run up (Run), I'ma run up (I'ma run)
When I see the feds, I'ma runner (Skrrt, skrrt)

Psychedelic dreams
Thottie on her knees
Fucked up (Yeah), fucked up (Yeah)
Yeah, you know the drugs got me fucked up