Oh fuck man, I'm really fucked up right now
Yo, hold up one second
Ight, I'm ready, let's go
I got liquor in my cup it got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, got me fucked up (yea)
If dis bitch ain’t tryna fuck, she got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, got me, got me (Yea)
Don’t hit me for no front you got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, got me fucked up (Yea)
If them bills ain’t adding up you got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, got me, got me (fucked up)
Concealin with no permit I can’t show it (hell naw)
I would say I’m fucked up but they know it (real shit)
Des bitches give me pussy like they loan it (stripper Bitches)
I Juh dropped that purple pill in my Moét (bitch I'm dirty)
I got trees at my crib like I grow it (cause I smoke)
All these lines on my table I’m a poet (real coke)
In this bitch looking like I fuckin own it (real shit)
I got golds in my mouth and they glowin (bitch they glowing)
Hella fuckin slabs at my house
And a pack of that sour D, smell like sauerkraut
I get that drive through pussy, call it in and out
I Know hoes, who gone pose, on the dick for some clout, (real shit, agh)
Bad lil shawty let me know if I can get it
I think yo outfit look cute, why the fuck yo mans trippin
Bring that ass here, n tell you what you sippin
If you really wanna party let me know cause I can get it
You need hoes brah, I got hoes brah
You need blow brah, I got snow brah
This world is cold brah, it test my soul brah
I thought I told ya, I’m a soldier (look)
Cruising through this bitch and I’m moving undetected (yea)
Ask anybody in my city I’m respected (respect)
Been studyin the game like these boys wanna test it (ha)
I pull up in yo city, fuck it up then leave it messy (ugh)
Faded bandana on the stage going hammer (woo)
Might head out to Atlanta gotta fit it in my planner
No sippin on the fantas, Been working on my
Grammar
Get money like the scammas, so my bag look like Santa’s (ching ching)
Got real clientele, buyin everything I sell
Crossing state lines, we gone send it through the mail (posted)
Work straight from Cali, that we burn in Lauderdale (ha)
Getting turnt can't you tell, no
Oh, well (ha)
I got liquor in my cup it got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, got me fucked up (Ha)
If dis bitch ain’t tryna fuck, she got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, got me, got me (aye, fuck dat bitch)
Don’t hit me for no front you got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, got me fucked up (head spinning)
If them bills ain’t adding up you got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, got me, got me (yuh)
Aye, man, I'm really fucked up right now
For real
You got some water on you
Aye, let me get a sip please
Fucked Up was written by Sean Brian Macneir.
Fucked Up was produced by Yung Magic.