Fed Up

(Yo, turn that shit up a lil' more, you heard?) Like, grrah Like EBK, I- I keep my- And I'm fed up (I'm fed up) I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (let up) And the .30 on me for the setup (setup) Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up Like, got berettas (berettas) And my bitch got the Nine in her sweater (in her sweater) Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you So f*ck 'em, we flockin' together (baow, baow, baow) Like, and I hang out the V just for free And I'm rich, so my Glock got a switch on repeat (on repeat) Remember days I was down on my feet Now I pull out a hunnid to spend in a week (on the real) And my kindness, don't take it for weak' (don't do that shit) Remember days I ain't sleep for some weeks I was boomin' for days, now I'm gettin' paid for talkin' my shit on a beat (don't run, don't trip) Nothin' changed, just stay in your lane (faceshot gang, we aim for the cheek) You touch one of mines and I'm spinnin' for weeks (you ain't gang) Let it bang, I'm lettin' it flame You don't do the same, you ain't hangin' with me Get out the V, you ain't flamin' with me (you ain't bangin' with me) Ain't no time to be wastin' with me (to be wastin' with me) Let the chop', I ain't stoppin' for D's (two knocks) Two knocks, high speed, got 'em racin' with me And I'm fed up (I'm fed up) I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (let up) And the .30 on me for the setup (setup) Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up Like, got berettas (berettas) And my bitch got the Nine in her sweater (in her sweater) Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you So f*ck 'em, we flockin' together (baow, baow, baow) Like And I'm fed up (I'm fed up) I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (let up) And the .30 on me for the setup (setup) Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up Like, got berettas (berettas) And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (in her sweater) Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you So f*ck 'em, we flockin' together (baow, baow, baow, like) Ridin' sturdy, still screamin', "Free Flock" He innocent, just police be on yak (gang, gang) F*ck it, I still move around with my Glock Tryna catch an opp and put him in a box One up top, no click-clack Pussy, what you know 'bout get back? See a opp, no chit chat I done had enough of this cap I catch somethin' slippin', I'ma score Face shot, leave spaghetti on the floor Last nigga, he got nevermind Couple more shots, would've been a dime Know I'll be the greatest in some time Niggas like me just be hard to find F*ck around, that shit get gooey, slime Brand new pack, I roll my dough Forty cal', that blow a nigga mind Twenty-one with a heart of a lion Know they see me on top, they be sighin' I can't find peace, it's too much of us dyin' Why I never stray from my gat Still ain't make it out, that shit be cap Rich and famous, niggas want me dead I am not, lil' dummy, he a pack And I'm fed up I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (let up) And the .30 on me for the setup (setup) Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up Like, got berettas (berettas) And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (in her sweater) Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you So f*ck 'em, we flockin' together (baow, baow, baow) Like And I'm fed up I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (let up) And the .30 on me for the setup (setup) Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up Like, got berettas (berettas) And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (in her sweater) Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you So f*ck 'em, we flockin' together (baow, baow, baow, like) Grrah (grrah, grrah) Ayy, yo, free the fuckin' guys 'til I see the guys, nigga Disrespect the guys, you gon' meet the guys, nigga Everything for Naz Loc, you heard? Forever flockin' for JayRip, nigga Ballin' for JB, nigga Big DOA, nigga Mr. Wipe-A-Nigga-Nose-If-It's-Runny, nigga