Fed Up
Brockk Tha Kidd
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Right here, Yeah, aye, look I'm on the grind like a skater I get the paper see you later Rolling papers with flavors That money be my motivator You with phonies and fakers I'm with the ballers and players I got it on my own so I ain't doin no favors A paper chaser money maker made it outta the trailer I'm in LA I'm from the bay so I been bringing the flavor A young white boy still keeping it gangster And I ain't banging I just know my way around what I'm sayin Only good Cali Kush in my j when I'm blazing Or dabbing wax I got the sauce just for your information I'm coming up pull up higher than angels I kill shit from every angle That's why they angry with me Yeah Stop playin wit me I'm off the Jaeger stop playing with me Stop playing bruhh I'm a player stop playing with me Yo, aye, aye, aye The price just went up Bitch I'm fed up I'm so sick might need to get a check up Check us Do what I want we really next up Best up And I'm takin all bets bruhh Come get some money with some money hungry motha fuckas I'm dabbing honey feeling lovely than a motha fucka They wanna f*ck with us them suckas duckas when we come up Back when it was CGS no one wanna run up Got love for all my brothas Momma was that motha fucka Everyday at the trap selling what we wanna Doin what we wanna Smoking what we wanna In the back serving crack smoking marijuana I pull up on you got medical I'm like the doctor Smoking ganja like a Rastas I'm drinking and eating pasta I don't want the vodka need the gin in my lemonada If I'm chillin' poolside a Corona not Michelada's bitch Stop playing with me I said y'all need to stop playing with me Yeah, yeah, look, yeah I got a bag on me I never lag homie I'm cooking up like the kitchen I'm in the lab homie You smoking swag homie I'm tokin dabs homie I'm in the back with the real ones with the cats homie J cats where I'm from we hate that Make raps all about the cash I'm here to take that Face facts I'm the realist and you ain't that Mf's talking like they know me time to face facts J cats where I'm from we hate that Make raps all about the cash I'm here to take that Face facts I'm the realist and you ain't that Motha fuckas talking like they know me time to face facts Yeah, uhh-ahh You little bitch haha
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