F**k up the Fun

Tell him to keep that Yeah just play the track Stop cuttin it off You know what I mean, lemme pop my shit It is what it is hehe How the fuck is y'all niggas doing? (You ready bitch?) Whatup whatup whatup? Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo! Who want it? Who-who want it? Which nigga little goon gettin' stewed with a onion? Niggas all cute 'til the roogs in abundance And ya dude get to running with the womb in his stomach Bitch nigga, bitch get ya nigga All these niggas just raw food for the dinner And these niggas better tuck their little jewels when I enter 'Cause your bitch hot nigga finna fuck up the fun Don't fuck with your bitch when the rum in her punch I might dance on these niggas, but the gun in the butt The gold Jimmy's little mirror little stun in the clutch And don't slip up little nigga, I'll put the stun in your nuts What? Yo dude 'bout to fuck up your trust He gon' run when I hit ya, put you under the pump You gon' run with your nigga, now you close enough To shoot once in the throat leave ya both in a slump, huh Go 'head, go 'head, nigga, pop off You can get your fam and your man's and them shot off I'ma get the AMS for ya and blow your top off Shit funny 'til the gun in your face You better run with your nigga, better open the safe You better come up with the money better show up the weight I'm gon' come with gorillas cause I run with the apes And put shots in your butt like you wanted the cake Word Most of y'all niggas is fucking pussy out here Like I'll smack all y'all niggas in the face All in the mouth and all in the shit Where you niggas come from? Y'all niggas is not from New York Y'all niggas is not dirty Hahah, y'all niggas come from? Ok, ok, ok, ok (Oh, shit) Bitches better quit that chat These bitches better hold up with the yizzap-yap I grips the fifth then click-clizzack clack I hate to have to blow your little wig all back I mean I hate to have to see you with your wig off, bitch I see you tryna come and get on, bitch You gon' trip, slip, fall, land and lick on dick It be the same nigga 'bout to come and lick on this, hold up Scram, hit the breeze, you a fan, bitch, please Don't slip up in the presence of ya little bambin' Don't get it at ya residence and get it so clean 'Cause I'm sick up with the evidence and bitches don't speak And we can freak with your man this week Bad bitches, you a nickel and your pussy game weak, huh I'm fickle and my pussy named peach I can disappear and let the pussy game speak, huh Let the pussy game speak Niggas know the center of the pussy stay peach And these bitches better keep it, keep it going like fif' 'Fore I reach and that thing go brraahh! What-what, what-what, what-what Braahaahaa, braahaahaahaahaahaahaa Braahaahaa, braahaahaahaahaahaahaa Keep it, keep it goin' Who want it? Who-who want it? Which nigga little goon, which nigga little goon-goon Who want it? Who-who want it? Who want it? Who-who want it? Which nigga little goon, which nigga little goon-goon Who want it? Who-who want it