its up - fuckcru lyrics
[part i]
[verse 1: cru]
f*ck yo’ squad, f*ck yo’ team
been the sh*t like whatchu mean
they be askin’ what’s up wit’ me
chanel jeans, truey tee
told that girl, “don’t f*ck wit’ me”
you talk on bros, it’s up wit’ me
like bro, just shut the f*ck up
yeah, you know you stuck up
i just poured that sh*t up in tha cup i’m gettin’ f*cked up
me and squadd be swingin’ all them sticks just like some nunchucks
prada bag
watch yo’ back
b*tch, you know we on yo’ ass
spin that block and spin right back
sayin’ sh*t, you know that’s cap
[verse 2: blushxoxo]
i might f*ck up yo’ whole session
okay, run it back
what the f*ck they be on?
send that bullet, f*ck a text
i clutch up wit’ my tec
p*ssed off ’cause i’m next
flex, flex, kickin’ sh*t
spent a house up on my kicks
boy, f*ck that sorry ass career
b*tch, i know you’re p*ssed
i’on give a f*ck ’bout sh*t
likе ain’t that ’bout a b*tch?
how’s these n*ggas counterfеit?
wait until my dezzy cl!ck, oouu
[part ii]
[verse 1: cru]
b*tch, this on my soul
i don’t f*ck wit’ y’all
this sh*t gettin’ old
if you really don’t f*ck wit’ me then yo’ dumbass just sold
and if you tryna take it up wit’ me, i’m on go
she be tryna make sh*t up on me like you a hoe
like ain’t you cuck ya hoe
like ain’t you f*ck yo’ cousin but that’s some sh*t they don’t know
like b*tch, we can get low
we done did this sh*t before
like me and blush gon’ spin
you can’t f*ck around wit’ my twins
you one to talk about kids
b*tch, we all know what you did
funny you think that i switched
funny you think that i lied about sh*t ’cause you be on my d*ck
funny how you be talkin’ sh*t about motherf*ckers that you wit’
funny you talkin’ about yo’ b*tch
funny how you talkin ’bout quinn
funny how you be talkin’ ’bout wells when these motherf*ckers boostin’ your sh*t
go back up in that call and you asking for some sh*t
you a f*ckin’ b*tch
[verse 2: blushxoxo]
lame ass n*ggas always talking the most
but got my d*ck in they throat
nan ass n*ggas, we know they told
wait ain’t that a knock at yo*
my n*ggas they come and they rinse you
n*ggas so p*ssy, need tissue
yo’ b*tch stripping down while she miss you
she doing that sh*t wit’ no issue
wait, they gon’ hate?
f*ck that bih’, yeah, yo’ bae
flex on who?
b*tch, i’m paid
yeah, i guess it’s not yo’ day
nah, i’m not done wit’ this n*gga yet
[part iii]
[verse: blushxoxo]
boy, i’m clearing out them mentions, n*gga
told my pole, “go left to right”
and f*ck whoever dissin’ witcha
did i talk my sh*t? my bad
long ass pole up in my bag
yo’ ass beggin’ for callbacks
but i got my own lil’ task
does yo’ girl know that you be showing yo’ sh*t to them kids
yo’ songs, i put ’em in the toilet then i take a p*ss
i put yo’ b*tch up in my blunt then i smoke that sh*t
i’ll fan yo’ ass down for my faction bet i’ll never miss
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