FUCKED UP

[Intro: RO-B. Z., DTOXIFY]
Y'all so pussy, you know that? (Je-Je-Jesus f**king Christ, Toxi)
You ain't been through what I been through!
You ain't as fucked up as me!
RO-B. Z.!

[Verse 1: RO-B. Z.]
I just got a restraining order for slapping up a bitch
Cause the pussy dared to run his mouth, so I slapped him on his lips
He hated that I pimped and whored him, so he called the fucking pigs
And now the next time that I see him, I’m gon' break his fucking ribs
I just got my music trashed by an ignorant YouTuber
So I think I’ll fuck his wife and rack up views from what I do to her
Then I’ll pull up to Purdue and punch a wuss, he'll rue the day the dude
Fucked around with my circle, I'm gon' get him kicked out of school (Ha!)
I think I’m fucked up (Bitch), I’ll fuck your luck up
When I pull up and put a punch to your face, you finna get knocked up (Prrrr)
Pimp you out like “Fuck Love”, Redd on your face when I’m done with ya
Ain’t no condom for the fist, I’ll leave you aborted on the sidewalk (Bow)
You wanna cross a line with me? (Huh)
This is what you signed up for (Bitch)
I don’t do no petty beef (Huh), I just fuck up lives and more (Bitch)
Ragefulness is what I breathe (Huh), agony is what I dole (Bitch)
Pull up on your block and smash your face in ‘till you’re buried low (Pussy)
You can pull up with a gat and a .9
I promise you will still never kill me
I bend under bullets like Neo
No matter how many shots, you’ll never be able to hit me
But I'm Saitama with the hit back
Shady, way I will see beef through
Even if it get me arrested, I’ll bloody prison like Rick if you make your move
You think there’s no hell to pay, you can be off and gone, right? (Nope)
I'll leave you with crooked eyes, I’m Eazy-E with that walk-by (Bap)
Realize the kill like Melly, there be murder on my fucking mind (Grrah!)
Define me to a T, I am a monster you don’t wanna cross at night, bitch

[Chorus: RO-B. Z.]
Oh, that’s fucked up
Oh, that’s fucked up
Boy, you need to chill, ‘cause that’s fucked up
Oh, that’s fucked up?
You got me fucked up
Nah, I ain’t gon’ chill
Who else want some, bitch?!

[Verse 2: ToxiPlays]
Uh, ayy, you done got me fucked up (You done got me fucked up)
Knowing me, I'm always on some timing, we can run some' (Ha)
Make you niggas burn with Brian Thompson from this stun gun (Hiss)
Pull up to your grave, let's say my zipper gettin' undone (Ha)
Fuck that shit, I think my choppa got trapped in the closet (Yeah)
I don't like subdissin', man, I hit my shit on target (Hm?)
Take me on and charge me, the shit is gonna cost ya
I won't treat the stick like Thomas Crooks when I pop this (Rrrah)
Nigga, I don't miss (Baow)
In case you needed a reminder, I been toppin' this (Bitch)
I'll treat your ass like Tory Lanez and go anonymous (Ha)
The way I'm cheating in this motherfuckin' game, like, I could never be monogamous (What?)
You wanna cross the line with me? This is what you signed up for
You can't even rhyme with me (Nah), gotta kick 'em out the door (Bye, bye)
I don't got a record, but just test me, and I'll make the score
Know a couple niggas that are down to paint the fuckin' floor (Baow)
If you're gonna give me a spot, then best believe I'm finna crash out (I'm finna)
You talk a lotta talk as if I'm not gon' blow your back out
Intake these fuckin' fumes, I make these niggas wanna blackout
I'm fly like RO-B. Z., we hard at work and that's the plan now (For real)
It's 2025 and y'all still movin' like it's 2012 (Huh?)
Used to act angelic, but tonight, I'm raising fucking hell (Huh?)
Used to bring me down, but all that did is make me tougher still (Ha, yeah)
I know what the comments gonna say, they always dumb as hell, like

[Chorus: RO-B. Z., ToxiPlays, Both]
Oh, that’s fucked up
Oh, that’s fucked up
Boy, you need to chill, ‘cause that’s (That's just) fucked up
Oh, that’s fucked up?
You got me fucked up
Nah, I ain’t gon’ chill
Who else want some, bitch?!