FuKD uP!

(Painkid got the sauce)
Uh

I'm so fucked up, get yo bucks up
My niggas be holdin' them MACs, my niggas official
Bullets gone hit up yo tissue
Don't you try to fuck with us
We send shots back, they won't miss you
This opp pack, I roll it up
Yo shooter died 'cause y'all hyped him up
Sippin' my lean in Hell, you can't tell
Rockin' these glasses, glasses, glasses, they Chanel
Fuckin' that bitch from the back, snap her back like a chiropractor
Fuck that bitch then dip, bitch, it's now or never

I want the Gucci, the Louis, the Fendi, the Prada, I gotta have it
All of these niggas be talkin' that shit on the internet, let 'em have it
They claim they real, but they fake though
Niggas sayin' they gone ride, but they switchin' like they change clothes
Switchin' like I'm on the highway high as fuck
Bitch, don't pour me one line, I need four lines
Just talked to the devil, he need more time
I'ma put my fuckin' soul on them dotted lines
I might take a few percs just to kill time
Bitch, give me head in a highrise with a view
Cum up on her cheek, cum up on her tit
Cum got in her hair, now she 'bout to flip

Shit (Yeah)
Shit (Baow, baow, baow)

I'm so fucked up, get yo bucks up
My niggas be holdin' them MACs, my niggas official
Bullets gone hit up yo tissue
Don't you try to fuck with us
We send shots back, they won't miss you
This opp pack, I roll it up
Yo shooter died 'cause y'all hyped him up
Sippin' my lean in Hell, you can't tell
Rockin' these glasses, glasses, glasses, they Chanel
Fuckin' that bitch from the back, snap her back like a chiropractor
Fuck that bitch then dip, bitch, it's now or never

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, ha