Chief Keef

Chief Keef - Fucked Up lyrics

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[Intro:]

What a fuck!

Bitch, what a fuck

Got me fucked up, got me fucked up!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hook:

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Pull up in that boss truck, shooting up, I can’t stop!

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Pistols go pac-pac, pac-pac, pac-pac

Pull up in that beamer track, make us scared to sing for ya

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Got me fucked up, wait, wait!

yall say what? Bang, bang!

Man, when I used to slain cane

Riding through the opps playing hangman.my choppa go blang blang

.. my wrist go bling, bling,

Hey, fuck a bitch like bang-bang.

Then I’m back to my thingie thing, hey, hey!

What’s up with all these minimies, hey?

Like my momma had plenty me, hey!

You say you rolling where your energy, hey, hey!

I heard you’re rolling with enemies!

Come to my bang-bang, hit up your brain

Rob your ass like give us your chain

And my niggas we’re robbing, it was a stain

Me and my niggas, we’re mobbing, give us a lane

But we don’t wanna get Obama day, here is the change

Hook:

Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Pull up in that boss truck, shooting up, I can’t stop!

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Pistols go pac-pac, pac-pac, pac-pac

Pull up in that beamer track, make us scared to sing for ya

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Y’all got me fucked up,

Kush got me high as fuck

Leaning on this double cup,

Don’t make me come and find you!

We’re pulling out the Porsche trucks

Beamer trucks and sports trucks

I’m gonna get a 4-3, I pull up in 4-3

Hop about and love that bitch, it’s trying to give me orgies.

... write me poetries, I’m too busy writing 4Gs

We’re glo gang, girl, we don’t fuck with no Gs.

Probably... probably swerving from the police.

Scout three pounds, getting high off the OG

Hot in Cally want the whole city low key

I’m air what, if I’m ducking and I’m ducking the police

Y’all niggas know me, y’all got me fucked up!

Hook:

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Pull up in that boss truck, shooting up, I can’t stop!

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Pistols go pac-pac, pac-pac, pac-pac

Pull up in that beamer track, make us scared to sing for ya

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

You all got me fucked up, boy, you didn’t fuck up

Caught your man lacking at the store, I done lucked up.

another body!

Pulled up, no flexing Bentley trucks, nigga, fuck a mazzy!

oops trying to sneak shots in like the paparazzi.

Y’all got me fucked up, hey

Too many racks on me!

You ain’t got enough, hey, hey

Trying to take it, bum, bum, hey!

run up on me, I’mma lay your dumb ass stuck!

Goofie got me fucked up, hey!

Run up on me, got his ass fucked up, hey!

Want to call me go nuts

Pop your men, pop your homie, leave you fucked!

Y’all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Bang-bang!

Thanks to willdasav for correcting these lyrics

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