Lil Zay Osama - Fucking Em Up (feat. Mello Buckzz) lyrics

(Ayo, Tusk, you goin' crazy) nigga (Vxsma)
Yeah, yeah

Whole hood, fuckin' 'em up
Runnin' up, yeah, lil' nigga
I'm hundred and up
What we doin' to the opps? Shit
Fuckin' 'em up shit, what if that's her
Friend? She fuck bro, I was fuckin' her

Them n#ggas plottin'
They tryna catch me while I'm comin' up
How you crash on a chase?
Them n#ggas dumb as fuck
I can't give no passes 'cause
They wouldn't have if it was one of us
Point to the brokest in the city
It ain't none of us

Yeah, bet they gettin' money if
They rock with me


Yeah, bitch, this Cough Syrup
I don't rock Dickie
Yeah, I heard that boy a mouse
He a prop Mickey
Baby, if you ain't an eight and up
Then we cannot kick it

Hot boys, hot cars, nigga, hot bitches
That bitch can't be from the streets
If her shit not tinted
I can hit the switch and switch whips
This bitch not rented
Even your kids lookin' up to me, bitch
I'm the hood minion

Take them bitches out, ridin'
In them strikers, that shit not P
How you say you gettin' cheese
But, you can't buy no SRT?
Dracos, mini mircos, Blackouts, and ARPs
I ain't gotta wait 'til the video done
This here'll clear the whole scene

Give a broke nigga that pussy, bae, you weak
I'ma see the bitch you don't like
Fly her out for 'bout a week
I might Rick the bitch down
I done dicked the bitch down
I might hit the bitch again on
The nights you ain't around

I might slide on my opps when
I land back in town
Take my ghetto bitch on Michigan
And let her shop around
Yeah, packs comin' in, bro 'nem gettin' off
Rap money good, I ain't got
No problem trickin' off, yeah

Whole hood, fuckin' 'em up
Runnin' up, yeah, lil' nigga
I'm hundred and up
What we doin' to the opps? Shit
Fuckin' 'em up shit, what if that's her
Friend? She fuck bro, I was fuckin' her

Them n#ggas plottin'
They tryna catch me while I'm comin' up
How you crash on a chase?
Them n#ggas dumb as fuck
I can't give no passes 'cause
They wouldn't have if it was one of us
Point to the brokest in the city
It ain't none of us

Whole hood been gettin' bucks and
We been fuckin' n#ggas up
(We been fuckin' n#ggas up)
We up the score from where
We stood on, nigga, none of this ain't luck
(None of this ain't luck)

Ain't no back and forth with
N#ggas, if it's beef, he gettin' chucked
(No back and forth)
We could've got the easy opp
We lookin' for n#ggas that duck
(The ones that what?)

Duck, duck, goose, we tappin' heads
You better hope it just ain't you
(You better hope)
We hit up all the old opps
But we still put shit on the news
(Put shit on the news)

And ain't no playin' both sides
Better think smarter when you choose
(Better think smart) you with them n#ggas
Huh? Your ass gon' get drenched
With they ass too
(Gon' get drenched with they ass too)

Uh, backdoors, get you wiped nose
Hope you n#ggas know (Uh, uh, hope you know)
ARPs up in SRTs, watch 'em hit the floor
(Hit the floor)

Still'll clear the crowd without a switch
We got plenty poles
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, plenty poles)
Bodies drop that ain't nobody know
And we got plenty more, huh (Pretty Opp)

Whole hood, fuckin' 'em up
Runnin' up, yeah, lil' nigga
I'm hundred and up
What we doin' to the opps? Shit
Fuckin' 'em up shit, what if that's her
Friend? She fuck bro, I was fuckin' her

Them n#ggas plottin'
They tryna catch me while I'm comin' up
How you crash on a chase?
Them n#ggas dumb as fuck
I can't give no passes 'cause
They wouldn't have if it was one of us
Point to the brokest in the city
It ain't none of us

Yeah, nigga
Point to the brokest nigga in the city, nigga
You know it ain't us, nigga
Niggas know we get money, we
Been runnin' this shit up, nigga
Ayy, n#ggas know they ain't fuckin' with us
Nigga what we doin', gang? Glah