Fuck Up The Fun

[Intro: Talking] Tell him to keep that Yeah just play the track stop cuttin it off And lemme-lemme pop my shit It is what it is hehe Fuck is ya'll niggas doing? You ready bitch? What up what up whatup? Yo Yo Yo Yo! [Verse 1] Who want it? Who-who want it? Which nigga little goon is gettin stewed with a onion? Niggas all cute til the roogs in abundance And ya dude get to running with the womb in his stomach Bitch nigga, bitch get ya nigga All these niggas just a little food for the dinner And these niggas better tuck in their little jewels when I enter Cause your bitch hot nigga finna fuck up the fun Don't fuck with your bitch when the rum in her punch I might dance on these niggas but the gun in the butt The gold Jimmy's little mirror little stun in the clutch And don't slip up little nigga, 'fore the stun in your nuts Yo' dude bout to fuck up your trust He gonna run when I hit ya, put you under the pump You gonna run with your nigga, now you close enough To shoot once in the throat leave ya both in a slump (huh) Go head go head nigga pop off You can get your fam and your man's and them shot off I'mma get the AMS for ya and blow your top off Shit funny til the gun in your face You better run with your nigga, better open the safe You better come up with the money better show up the weight I'm gonna come with gorillas cause I run with the apes And put shots in your butt like you wanted the cake [Interlude: Talking] Word Most of ya'll niggas is fucking pussy out here Like I'll slap all ya'll niggas in the face All in the mouth and All in the shit Like where ya'll nigga's be comin from? Ya'll niggas is not from New York [Verse 2] Ok Ok Ok Ok Bitches better quit that chat These bitches better hold up with the yizzap-yap I grips the 5th then click-clizzack clack I hate to have to blow your little wig all back I mean I hate to see you with your wig off bitch I see you tryna come and get on bitch You gonna trip, slip, fall land and lick on dick It be the same nigga bout to come and lick on this Scram hit the breeze You a fan bitch please Don't sit up in my presence of ya lil bambin Don't get it at ya residence and get it so clean Cause I'm slicker with the evidence and bitches won't speak And we can freak with your man this week Bad bitches, you a nickel and your pussy game weak I'm fickle and my pussy named peach I can disappear and let the pussy game speak Let the pussy game speak Nigga's know the center of the pussy stay pink All these bitches better keep it going light feet 'fore I reach and that thing go BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHH! [Outro: Talking] What? Hahahaha Fuck outta here ya'll little internet ass bitches Like I really do this Like nigga's is in Tokyo right now Like come on ya'll bitches is still on Myspace and YouTube tryna get ya'll little video views up to a million Like come on ya'll bitches ain't fucking with me Like what kind amoney is ya'll bitches really even getting for shows Like is ya'll bitches even doing shows? Like come on like. Like come on, like ya'll bitches is out here tryna like fuck these little rap niggas and fuck these little basketball players and shit Like I'm getting this money for real for real for real Come on now Shit!