Lyrics Fed Up (feat. Gritt) - Tha Baby
Counting
so
much
chicken
make
my
hands
hurt
I'm
fed
up
I
was
in
the
trenches
serving
biscuits
I
put
in
leg
work
Got
it
on
my
own,
don't
need
a
soul
I
had
to
man
up
Boy
stop
playing
wit
your
life,
go
get
yo
bands
up
Young
Nigga
world
Supply
them
all,
don't
hand
to
hand
none
Baby
I'm
gritt,
I'll
treat
you
better
than
your
man
does
All
money
in,
invest
in
yoself
& watch
the
bands
come
I
done
took
some
risks
for
this
shit
& got
my
bands
up
Fuckin
IG
models
with
3k
followers
What
they
want
with
me?
We
outside
everyday
of
the
week
How
you
want
smoke
wit
me?
I
got
PTSD,
better
watch
how
you
approaching
me
Take
her
out
the
country
to
Dubai,
we
sleeping
luxury
Somebody
tell
these
niggas
cut
it
out,
cause
they
can't
fuck
with
me
Take
her
to
Bellagio,
you
take
her
to
the
double
tree
Just
know
he
having
motion,
if
you
see
that
nigga
run
with
me
I
got
switches,
556's,
762's
They
gon
run
from
me
Running
to
the
bank
to
get
some
money,
the
check
my
best
friend
I'm
destined
If
you
see
us
out
you
know
we
stepping,
with
weapons
Ima
front
em
all
& collect
extras
Been
on
the
road
for
so
long
I'm
so
fed
up
Never
been
a
bummy
nigga,
always
had
my
bread
up
Ain't
been
home
in
a
couple
days,
I
probably
got
her
fed
up
Niggas
act
like
bitches,
they
just
need
to
get
they
nails
done
Get
back
for
yo
brodie,
if
mine
go
Then
bitch
it's
red
rum
Ima
go
bend
all
the
blocks,
keep
going
till
the
sun
come
Let
a
nigga
touch
Gritt,
ima
spin
until
I
catch
one
Young
rich
nigga,
get
more
money
than
yo
last
one
This
car
don't
got
a
key,
it's
push
to
start
Duh
it's
the
fast
one
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