CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Fucc Da Club Up
Man look, yeah, yeah
Ha, f**k it up n***a
Yeah, wreck the party f**k it up, take that sh*t down
Ayy
Wreck the club, f**k it up we might just stop the promoter
The AR pistol in my hand, b*t*h I don't need a holster
We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor
And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like Sosa
Wreck the party, f**k it up, we got strippers in the section
B*t*h I'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes sexting
Like a special a** student, a n***a better not test me
If this n***a do, I swear to god it's getting deadly
A hunnid shots up in the coupe, tryna lay a n***a down
B*t*h I'm too hot like moon rock, and you know I run the town
Ain't with all of that talkin', that discussin', I get to bustin'
Yeah that Glock what I'm tuckin', if I up it, I knock his muffin
I got a MAC-11 mac n' cheese
And you know it's lemon squeeze
I ain't gotta think about it, n***a I'ma shoot with ease
When I leave the house, you know that b*t*h is on my hip
I'ma slam a n***a down, you can call me Shawn Kemp
I'ma shoot out all my hollows, dump the whole clip
N***a watch yo' f**kin' mouth, 'fore I shoot you in the lip
B*t*h I'm stacking all my chips, but I don't f**k with dip
B*t*h I love making n***as bleed, but I f**k with Crips
I was hittin' licks, skipping school, I ain't f**k with cla**
Had the Glock 23 sitting in my bookbag
I'ma up the pistol on my teacher, if I didn't pa**
Man f**k school, I'm rich, tell them people kiss my a**
B*t*h, I jumped out the Porsche and now we see eleven ducking down
And my n***as wrapping bags, they don't even need a stamp
the judge, and you know I'm making bail
I've been a demon all my life, I think that I belong in hell
B*t*h, I'm hotter than lava, pray to the lord so I can prosper
Keep snitchin' man, now I'm hangin' with my shottas
I got some bold ruffians, they be screamin' out "Allah"
Baby Mexico Choppa, make a n***a cha cha
F**k the club up, f**k it up, yeah
F**k the club up, f**k it up, yeah
F**k the club up, f**k the club up, f**k the club up
F**k it up, yeah, yeah
Don't do no talkin' when we beefin', let that choppa talk for me
You know I'm bangin' for my gang, and it's to the [?]
B*t*h, I pull up on yo' street, put another opp to sleep
Man he should've never made a pose, now he RIP
So many guns, I can go to war with Russia
I'ma burn him like I'm Usher
Like a Backwood, I'ma smoke him
Then I put him in a duffel
B*t*h my n***as roll with pistols, we don't use our f**kin' knuckles
I'ma attack with fire then you won't catch me in a scuffle
I'm the lion in the jungle, you ain't cut like [?]
B*t*h, they call me HIV cause you can't f**k with ease
Man I dare a f**k n***a try to send me a diss
I sent him hit, while I'm f**kin' on another n***a b*t*h
I put a scope up on my Glock, so it can shoot like a choppa
I put the lean up in the bottle, like a n***a a toddler
I shoot a n***a in the neck, so I'm poppin' his collar
Put tape up on that n***a mouth, so he won't holler
They askin' how I'm in the club, I ain't over sixteen
Man shut the f**k up, 'cause my Glock 23
I need everybody f**k the club up on 3
N***a 1, 2, 3, f**k the club up n***a (Ha, pop)
Ha, f**k it up n***a
Yeah, wreck the party f**k it up, take that sh*t down
Ayy
Wreck the club, f**k it up we might just stop the promoter
The AR pistol in my hand, b*t*h I don't need a holster
We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor
And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like Sosa
Wreck the party, f**k it up, we got strippers in the section
B*t*h I'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes sexting
Like a special a** student, a n***a better not test me
If this n***a do, I swear to god it's getting deadly
A hunnid shots up in the coupe, tryna lay a n***a down
B*t*h I'm too hot like moon rock, and you know I run the town
Ain't with all of that talkin', that discussin', I get to bustin'
Yeah that Glock what I'm tuckin', if I up it, I knock his muffin
I got a MAC-11 mac n' cheese
And you know it's lemon squeeze
I ain't gotta think about it, n***a I'ma shoot with ease
When I leave the house, you know that b*t*h is on my hip
I'ma slam a n***a down, you can call me Shawn Kemp
I'ma shoot out all my hollows, dump the whole clip
N***a watch yo' f**kin' mouth, 'fore I shoot you in the lip
B*t*h I'm stacking all my chips, but I don't f**k with dip
B*t*h I love making n***as bleed, but I f**k with Crips
I was hittin' licks, skipping school, I ain't f**k with cla**
Had the Glock 23 sitting in my bookbag
I'ma up the pistol on my teacher, if I didn't pa**
Man f**k school, I'm rich, tell them people kiss my a**
B*t*h, I jumped out the Porsche and now we see eleven ducking down
And my n***as wrapping bags, they don't even need a stamp
the judge, and you know I'm making bail
I've been a demon all my life, I think that I belong in hell
B*t*h, I'm hotter than lava, pray to the lord so I can prosper
Keep snitchin' man, now I'm hangin' with my shottas
I got some bold ruffians, they be screamin' out "Allah"
Baby Mexico Choppa, make a n***a cha cha
F**k the club up, f**k it up, yeah
F**k the club up, f**k it up, yeah
F**k the club up, f**k the club up, f**k the club up
F**k it up, yeah, yeah
Don't do no talkin' when we beefin', let that choppa talk for me
You know I'm bangin' for my gang, and it's to the [?]
B*t*h, I pull up on yo' street, put another opp to sleep
Man he should've never made a pose, now he RIP
So many guns, I can go to war with Russia
I'ma burn him like I'm Usher
Like a Backwood, I'ma smoke him
Then I put him in a duffel
B*t*h my n***as roll with pistols, we don't use our f**kin' knuckles
I'ma attack with fire then you won't catch me in a scuffle
I'm the lion in the jungle, you ain't cut like [?]
B*t*h, they call me HIV cause you can't f**k with ease
Man I dare a f**k n***a try to send me a diss
I sent him hit, while I'm f**kin' on another n***a b*t*h
I put a scope up on my Glock, so it can shoot like a choppa
I put the lean up in the bottle, like a n***a a toddler
I shoot a n***a in the neck, so I'm poppin' his collar
Put tape up on that n***a mouth, so he won't holler
They askin' how I'm in the club, I ain't over sixteen
Man shut the f**k up, 'cause my Glock 23
I need everybody f**k the club up on 3
N***a 1, 2, 3, f**k the club up n***a (Ha, pop)
