Fuck Em Up

[Intro: FBG Dutchie]
GoDumb, huh
[?] I love you, wop, wop
Yeah; Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
I pour me a [?], been leanin' all-day
It's just me and my bae and a Fanta
I walk in the kitchen, I'm hurricane wristin'
I'm whippin', I'm whippin' them grams up
Walk into Saks and I'm smellin' like pack
And you know me, I'm fuckin' them bands up
D with the dormant, just got me the foreign
I pull up, I'm fuckin' your mans up

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
I fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
I fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Bankroll blue as fuck, yeah
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Pull up on 'em, cuttin' up, yeah

[Verse 1: FBG Young]
Came in rollin' up, yeah
Too much money, not enough (Yeah)
'Bout my Milwaukee bucks (Yeah)
Fake gangsters thuggin' thug (Huh)
Mikin' slugs in the club (Doo, doo doo doo)
Snug the snub in the club (Doo, doo doo doo)
Feed him shots, now he buzzed (Yeah)
Give him shots, now he drunk (Huh)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)
I had a lil' bitch, but I fucked it up (Why?)
I was thinkin' 'bout you when I'm fuckin' her (Huh)
Play your role, bitch, you fuckin' up (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah), sumo 'roll 'cause that bitch fatty (That bitch fatty)
In the trap to whip a Bimmer, Benz, and Bentley (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
Huh (Yeah), I kicked my bitch out for that Glizzy (My bitch)
Nigga try, might catch the same case as 50 (Doo doo doo)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
I pop me a Xanny, I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin')
Gave folks the pole 'cause I'm leanin'
I'm back to the trap when them Ps in

[Pre-Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
I pour me a [?], been leanin' all-day
It's just me and my bae and a Fanta
I walk in the kitchen, I'm hurricane wristin'
I'm whippin', I'm whippin' them grams up
Walk into Saks and I'm smellin' like pack
And you know me, I'm fuckin' them bands up
D with the dormant, just got me the foreign
I pull up, I'm fuckin' your mans up

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
I fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
I fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Bankroll blue as fuck, yeah
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Pull up on 'em, cuttin' up, yeah

[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
I came in pourin' up (Yeah)
Young Pappy, two cups (Yeah)
Too much money, not enough (Yeah)
Xanax got me stuck (Yeah)
Kushy turn me 'to a cluck (Yeah)
Flats turn me 'to a slut (Flat)
It have me poppin' out of cuts (Yeah)
Shit, I don't give a fuck (Yeah)
They say the choice is yours (Yeah)
I want throat, tell your whores (Yeah)
I want the coupe with the see-through roof (Yeah)
With the butterfly doors (Yeah)
Instagram-ass bitches (Yeah)
We call 'em culture whores (Yeah)
Pull up in that new Tesla with the vulture doors (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My diamonds dancin' like dancers
It's me and my Lele and we sippin' on BD, yeah
That we mixed with a Fanta (Let's get it)
I love her ass, into smokin' gas, and I got a bag like Santa (Uh)
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, huh
Yeah, bitch, I fuck 'em up, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
I pour me a [?], been leanin' all-day
It's just me and my bae and a Fanta
I walk in the kitchen, I'm hurricane wristin'
I'm whippin', I'm whippin' them grams up
Walk into Saks and I'm smellin' like pack
And you know me, I'm fuckin' them bands up
D with the dormant, just got me the foreign
I pull up, I'm fuckin' your mans up

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
I fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
I fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Bankroll blue as fuck, yeah
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Pull up on 'em, cuttin' up, yeah

[Outro: FBG Dutchie]
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
I fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
I fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Bankroll blue as fuck, yeah
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, yeah
Pull up on 'em, cuttin' up, yeah