FUCKEMUP

[Verse 1]
If a nigga talkin' sideway, I might pop him in the lip
Then I dip, chain wallet on my hip
Man, get a grip, black nails in yo bitch
She on my dick, said she finna let me hit
And that's off rip, talkin' down on the gang
I go insane, pillow talkin' on my name
Might blow yo brains, fuck nigga, you's a lame
And it's a shame, talkin' down for the fame
You might end up in a grave, and that's on gang, bitch

[Chorus]
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up, Flex
Fuck 'em up, Flex
Fuck 'em up, Flex
Fuck 'em up, Flex
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up, Flex
Fuck 'em up, Flex
Fuck 'em up, Flex
Fuck 'em up, Flex

[Verse 2]
And my nigga, I stay on my fuckin' grind, shout out Dust Boyz
What, boy? Block my shine, you get bust, boy
Wassup, boy? Gang got blades, you get stuck, boy
Get cut, boy, ain't on shit, you's a fuck boy
Run, boy, said you niggas ain't on shit
So talk shit, knock you out like a mosh pit
Get rocked, bitch, run your mouth, you get clocked, bitch
Stop, bitch, hoe, it's Yung Flex La Flare
What the fuck you thought, bitch?