Planet Asia - f** You Up lyrics

Uh huh We're here for that, n***a Yeah I ain't come for no throne, either I already got that It's in the backyard, n***a Yo [Verse 1: Planet Asia] New money For filling in the vault Landlord of the loft Sky diving, this is diamonds for thoughts Murder therapy k**er serial, grandma zodiac, marry me Merry misery happily clapping me Swallow this black j**el, I mack moves Maneuverable Gat smooth, lubricant crook Watching my cash move Max j**el and you're cool Allah school, golden cloth Memorising my darts That's on the charts, I lapped you Fall back, you wack, dude I'm international, my mouthpiece Smashing everything when I pa** through Respect to the flyest You n***as got fat last year Welcome to the drought I'm handing out diets, yeah Medallions clear and I can tell you n***as is eating pork We got you rocking f**ed up gear The underground is mine, it's redesigned As far as rap go, at this point in time it just got redefined [Chorus] I suggest save your breath Shut up! We thought it ain't none left If I was you, I'd take ten steps Back up! You about to lose your neck I don't want to f** you up But I will Don't make me f** you up I don't want to f** you up But I will Don't make me f** you up [Verse 2: Krondon] Fine dime, kush mode f** a tub, push bro In the hood with dogs and locs Cherrylacks, 100 spokes b**hes don't want to broke Barefoot, chilli boat Pimp in the Pontiac GT '84 Police pursuit, paranoid prostitute Break bread, birds just s** a co*k, co*katoo Cape like Canaveral, the Coca-Cola partel Quit using Motarolla, Singular and Nextel New buck Air Force Fitted like an Air Force pilot In a plane, too high to fly it Purple weed pirate, puff to the boat flow Out of the city somewhere on an island You ain't got the heart of a lion, you lying You eyes ain't water and you crying, n***a Devil lean doing the designing And you, you just do the wearing and the buying, n***a [Chorus] [Verse 3: Planet Asia] Yeah Welcome to the luncheon Big sh**, fizzle medal Now that's dickhole in your smashmouth pumpkin We backf**ed every n***a that raps with HR sh** Slight perm to a permanent nap Rich b**h medallions, Fidel Muammar Gaddafi Osama been rhyming since the era of the Nazi Stop with the pop up what Smoke the whole club out Swear to God I f** a rental cop up This is Fresno's finest Shouts to all the k**ers and crooks You n***as know what it is, let's gain knowledge Melodic ma**are, MAC-11 in the Accura rap Your brain is like top rhyming on the spatula Bathrobe batchelor SAS is the west Gold Chain evinces a threat Nobody rhyming after us n***a, you track s**, you wack bu*t, you not hot sh**ting on you like we ate a whole box of laxatives [Chorus]