Lud Foe - f**ed Up lyrics

[Intro] Outwest 290 sh** b**h, No hooks No hooks part 2 b**h you know how I’m rocking n***a Outwest 290 sh** n***a you know how im rocking n***a Get yo’ guns up, Get yo’ funds up You on that opp sh**, get mop sticked b**h Aye [Verse 1] Man these n***as got me f**ed up Boy you better get your bucks up You ain’t eating boy you f**ed up We dont carry nunchucks, ladies man make these b**hes lust us You say you with you but your un-cuffed 30’s on a truck, wheels big like a school bus Give my hitman 10 grand he’ll shoot sum Bag on your head, you get did by a broke n***a Go to war with anybody we ain’t scared of no n***a Homicides we do drive by’s off the 4 wheeler Hit the block double back, finna shoot some more n***as I don’t like to talk about the sh** so i show n***as They don’t look familiar i don’t even know n***as We run up in that n***a house Kick the door, get the dough Snuck in the club with my snug nose 44′ If you don’t add no water to your money plan it won’t grow f**ed his hoe, but if you ask her name bet i won’t know I just bought a new Glock with a laser, and i keep that b**h on my hip like a pager New b**h with some big lips like fantasia When we catch you lackin’ won’t be no one there to save you Holes in you like a doughnut, bullets glaze you She ain’t never seen this much money i amazed her Black n***a f**ing white hoes like im flavor Got so many acres that i don’t got no neighbors Ballin so damn hard like i play for the Lakers You not on your feet, pump fake for the fakers b**h im from chiraq where its k**ers and rapers Line his a** up, leave a n***a with a taper Drinking henn, dope to the dome f** a chaser She can run for president, i still won’t chase her I’m still in that trap, at the table with my razor I can’t take no shorts, and you can’t get no favors Ice around my neck, gold cuban cost 2 sum Run off with a n***a b**h then i have a twosome Kick a n***a door down come back boosome Trap still open, in case a junkie wanna twosome We drinking henny, give the margaritas to the eaters We ride with heaters, you a follower im a leader He’s a house n***a, Family Guy like peter 200 on the dash, b**h i did the whole meter I don’t love her, imma leave her cause i don’t need her My new nina, very friendly who wanna meet her She’s a cheater she’ll f** you then f** your people Lets have a threesome with 40 nina and desert eagle [?] And then we leave you in the bushes with all the beetles Im in the trap house serving junkies and shooting needles You get down and lay down n***a like Benny Siegel [Outro] f**ed up f**ed up Man these n***as got me f**ed up f**ed up f**ed up Man these n***as got me f**ed up