Yung Flex - FuckEmUp Lyrics

Aye
If a nigga talking sideways, I might pop him in the lip
Then I dip
Chain wallet on my hip
Man get a grip
Black nails in your bitch
She on my dick
Said she finna let me hit
And that's off rip
Talkin down on the gang
I go insane
Pillow talking on my name
Might blow your brains
F*ck nigga you's a lame
And it's a shame
Talking down for the fame, you might end up in a grave
And that's on gang bitch
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up, aye
F*ck 'em up, Flex
F*ck 'em up, Flex
F*ck 'em up, Flex
F*ck 'em up, Flex aye
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up, aye
F*ck 'em up, Flex
F*ck 'em up, Flex
F*ck 'em up, Flex
F*ck 'em up, Flex
And my nigga I stay on my f*cking grind shout-out Dust Boyz
What boy
Block my shine, you get bust boy
What's up boy
Gang got blades, you get stuck boy
Get cut boy
Ain't on shit, you's a f*ck boy
Run boy
Said you niggas ain't on shit
So talk shit
Knock you out like a mosh pit
Get rocked bitch
Run your mouth you get clocked bitch
Stop bitch
Hoe it's Yung Flex La Flare, what the f*ck you thought, bitch
Aye