F**k up the Fun

Tell him to keep that

Yeah, just play the track

Stop cuttin' it off

You know what I mean? Lemme pop my shit

It is what it is

How the fuck is y'all **** doing?

You ready, bitch?

What up? What up? What up?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Who want it? Who-who want it?

Which **** little goon gettin' stewed with a onion?

**** all cute till the roogs in abundance

And ya dude get to running with the womb in his stomach

Bitch ****, bitch, get ya ****

All these **** just raw food for the dinner

And these **** better tuck their little jewels when I enter

'Cause ya bitch hot, ****, finna fuck up the fun

Don't fuck with your bitch when the rum in her punch

I might dance on these ****, but the gun in the butt

The gold Jimmy's little mirror little stun in the clutch

Just don't slip up, little ****, I'll put the stun in your nuts, what?

Yo dude, 'bout to fuck up your trust

You gon' run when I hit ya, put you under the pump

You gon' run with your ****, now you close enough

To shoot once in the throat leave ya both in a slump, huh

Go 'head, go 'head, ****, pop off

You can get your fam and your man's and them shot off

I'ma get the AMS for ya and blow your top off

Shit funny till the gun in your face

You better run with your ****, better open the safe

You better come up with the money better show up the weight

I'm gon' come with gorillas cause I run with the apes

And put shots in your butt like you wanted the cake, huh

Word

Most of y'all **** is fucking pussy out here

Like, I'll smack all of y'all **** in the face

All in the mouth and all in the shit

Where you **** come from?

Y'all **** not from New York

Y'all **** is not dirty

Where y'all **** come from?

Okay, okay, okay, okay, huh

Oh, shit

Bitches better quit that chat

These bitches better hold up with the yizzap-yap

I grip the fifth then click-clizzack clack

I hate to have to blow your little wig all back

I mean I hate to have to see you with your wig off, bitch

I see you tryna come and get on, bitch

You gon' trip, slip, fall, land and lick on dick

It be the same **** 'bout to come and lick on this, hold up

Scram, hit the breeze, you a fan, bitch, please

Don't slip up in the presence of ya little bambin'

Don't get it at ya residence and get it so clean

'Cause I'm sick up with the evidence and bitches don't speak

And we can freak with your man this week

Bad bitches, you a nickel and your pussy game weak, huh

I'm fickle and my pussy named Peach

I can disappear and let the pussy game speak, huh

Let the pussy game speak

**** know the center of the pussy stay peach

And these bitches better keep it, keep it going like fif'

'Fore I reach and that thing go, "Brrah!"

Keep it, keep it goin'

Who want it? Who-who want it?

Which **** little goon, which **** little goon-goon

Who want it? Who-who want it?

Who want it? Who-who want it?

Which **** little goon, which **** little goon-goon

Who want it? Who-who want it?