Fed Up

[Intro]
And you know me, that four-four way brackin' nigga, I'm the one
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
No, no, don't leave, baby
You're all I want, all I need, baby
You said you would ride or die for me, baby
You wanted to smoke a blunt for me, baby, oh yeah
I jump up in that foreign, then I sped out
All this money on me, bitch I'm fed up
I want all the smoke, I need a head count
And no below the neck, I'm talking head shots
I jump up in that foreign, bitch I sped off
All this money on me, bitch I'm fed up
I want all the smoke, I need a head count
And no below the neck, I'm talking head shots
Yeah you made your bed, you gotta lay down
Yeah you made your bed, you gotta lay down
Yeah you made your bed, you gotta lay down
And no below the neck, I'm talking head shots
I am from the area where my niggas, they ain't scared of sittin' over all the souls, [?]
I'ma keep it low key, tryna roll weed, you approach me, that 44 breathe, then you know it's breakin' necks and snappin' bones

[Verse]
I don't know this shorty, but she know me, suck my poley
On the low key, do you roll weed
And if not, then hit the door
I just need some silence, keep it silent while I'm vibin'
And if not then I get violent, if it's not 'bout money rolls
She just want a purse with those 2 C's up on her side her
She a rider and you niggas always first to bend over
Try if you feel lucky, but right there is suicidal
And the doors are suicidal, assault rifle clip got low
Jumpin' out the guts of your bitch like the newest model
Off the showroom floor I borrowed, I will bring her back tomorrow
80 turn to 20 when I sing, she fuck the stock it
All that plastic in her body like the 4G autos on Hondas, ain't no sense to it
All this money on me, will never end, will it
[?] with her and her girls, and I know her friends feel it
They say they lovin' my vibe, I say I been chillin'
She say no men different, Frank Lucas and a chinchilla
I gotta watch it, all eyes on burn on my skin
You not my bro, not my guy, you not my friend nigga
Man I sold coke in the sky, and in the Benz nigga
It's snot the world 'til I die, I'm here to win nigga

[Chorus]
No, no, don't leave, baby
You're all I want, all I need, baby
You said you would ride or die for me, baby
You wanted to smoke a blunt for me, baby, oh yeah
I jump up in that foreign, then I sped out
All this money on me, bitch I'm fed up
I want all the smoke, I need a head count
And no below the neck, I'm talking head shots
I jump up in that foreign, bitch I sped off
All this money on me, bitch I'm fed up
I want all the smoke, I need a head count
And no below the neck, I'm talking head shots
Yeah you made your bed, you gotta lay down
Yeah you made your bed, you gotta lay down
Yeah you made your bed, you gotta lay down
And no below the neck, I'm talking head shots
I am from the area where my niggas, they ain't scared of sittin' over all the souls, [?]
I'ma keep it low key, tryna roll weed, you approach me, that 44 breathe, then you know it's breakin' necks and snappin' bones