DC The Don - GMFU lyrics
DC The Don [Daijon Cotty Davis] Milwaukee, Wisconsin, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DC The Don - GMFU lyrics]
Huh (yeah) , yeah ayy, ayy, yeah
You know what the fuck goin' on
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man
Bitch you got me fucked up
Talkin' all that shit, but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed
You niggas lucked up
Run up, chasin' niggas down
You might get done up
Funds up, talkin' out your neck, retarded
But, bitch you got me fucked up
Talkin' all that shit, but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed
You niggas lucked up
Run up, chasin' niggas down
You might get done up
Funds up, talkin' out your neck, retarded
Boy go get your bands up, pull my pants up
(Gang, gang) go to work
I might just blam you 'cause
I can't stand you
Bitch stuck on me like some dandruff
Bless you on camera
You know I don't put my hands up
I'm takin' banners and my broski got that Hi
Tech to hologram you
I say shoot, that boy go ape shit
He go bananas
Call him Caesar with that drum stick, bitch
Put your hands up
Or I'm gon' tell lil bro to activate
Give you the hammer
And I'm down to catch a body bitch
Just copped extended clips
Lay a nigga where his mouth run
Then dance like Bobby bitch (free Bobby)
Milly rocking on your front yard, get popped
No mollies bitch (free Rowdy)
Never got shit on the twenty-fifth
I guess I'm naughty bitch, ayy
Bitch you got me fucked up
Talking all that shit but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed
You niggas lucked up
Run up, chasing niggas down
You might get done up
Funds up, talking out your neck retarded
But bitch you got me fucked up
Talking all that shit but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed
You niggas lucked up
Run up, chasing niggas down
You might get done up
Funds up, talking out your neck retarded
You know what the fuck goin' on
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man
Bitch you got me fucked up
Talkin' all that shit, but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed
You niggas lucked up
Run up, chasin' niggas down
You might get done up
Funds up, talkin' out your neck, retarded
But, bitch you got me fucked up
Talkin' all that shit, but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed
You niggas lucked up
Run up, chasin' niggas down
You might get done up
Funds up, talkin' out your neck, retarded
Boy go get your bands up, pull my pants up
(Gang, gang) go to work
I might just blam you 'cause
I can't stand you
Bitch stuck on me like some dandruff
Bless you on camera
You know I don't put my hands up
I'm takin' banners and my broski got that Hi
Tech to hologram you
I say shoot, that boy go ape shit
He go bananas
Call him Caesar with that drum stick, bitch
Put your hands up
Or I'm gon' tell lil bro to activate
Give you the hammer
And I'm down to catch a body bitch
Just copped extended clips
Lay a nigga where his mouth run
Then dance like Bobby bitch (free Bobby)
Milly rocking on your front yard, get popped
No mollies bitch (free Rowdy)
Never got shit on the twenty-fifth
I guess I'm naughty bitch, ayy
Bitch you got me fucked up
Talking all that shit but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed
You niggas lucked up
Run up, chasing niggas down
You might get done up
Funds up, talking out your neck retarded
But bitch you got me fucked up
Talking all that shit but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed
You niggas lucked up
Run up, chasing niggas down
You might get done up
Funds up, talking out your neck retarded