Fuck’em up!
Set the beach on fire
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!

Every once in a while you get an asshole
Give a shit cause the life won’t foe
Quite frankly I really don’t give a fuck
My nigger’s hungry you looking like winners boy
Load up those guns
Lame nigger you can bring yo friends
And all my partners be on the bullshit
Don’t be pulling up with that flexing nigger
About to pull in them cars
I don’t know nothing about fast nigger
My savage fresher than y’all
I keep racks on me like department store
Been a Benz up the Supreme Court
Baby want can’t see it no

I have locked up the house bars on the window
Me and my niggers push up the block
And have my box niggers come down
I ain’t really nothing to me
It ain’t really nothing to me
It ain’t really nothing to me
I’m on deck with it
No flex with it
He’s talking at me
Instead of talking to me
Might tell as a fat man
But he side...through me

Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck’em up!
Set the beach on fire
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!

He’s talking at me
Instead of talking to me
Might tell as a fat man
But he side...through me

Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck boy you a poser

I got a death wish with it
Spit 5 rolling on some old schools nigger
How you figure that
Ain't bout that life
Any...cause white slipping
Every once in a while you get the same dickhead
Prance around like you’re missing too fast
Talking bout he gonna flex this summer
Office we baize on thunder
Lame nigger you ain’t on here
You ain’t on here
Where your passport?
You ain’t allowed here
Walk on other place
You ain’t got no crowd here
Real niggers gonna call you right
You try to march with us
We gonna stomp you up
That real stitch you don’t know about
You ain’t bout about it
You ain’t from the south
Like the faith goes
I’m a sucker mouth

I have locked up the house bars on the window
Me and my niggers push up the block
And have my box niggers come down
I ain’t really nothing to me
It ain’t really nothing to me
It ain’t really nothing to me
I’m on deck with it
No flex with it
He’s talking at me
Instead of talking to me
Might tell as a fat man
But he side...through me

Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck’em up!
Set the beach on fire
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!
Fuck’em up!

He’s talking at me
Instead of talking to me
Might tell as a fat man
But he side...through me

Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck boy you a poser
Fuck boy you a poser