GMFU

[Intro: GloRilla] Yeah, you bitches got me fucked up, fucked up (With they weak ass) They know they got GloRilla fucked up (Fuck you mean) Ayy, Carbon (What's up?) What's up with it, B? (Hah) (Macaroni made it) Then what? [Chorus: GloRilla] Money, head, clothes and bags Heard we got some bitches mad Took her ho, take your man If I pop my shit, nigga pop them bands Got me fucked up, got me fucked up And they let us in the party, they done fucked up Posted like a thug that got a mug like I was stuck up Don't fear none of you bitches, better know you gettin' touched up Thinkin' that we soft, lil' bitch gon' fuck around, get roughed up Carbon in the party, got the carbine, that bitch tucked up Got that loud smoke that'll make a nigga hush up Blow it in his face and tell a nigga ass to puff up [Verse 1: GloRilla] They know they got me fucked up, please don't get me pumped up Unless the money talkin', tell them bitches shut the fuck up Ho, we know you soft, so why the fuck you actin' tough for? Turn you to a lick, he brung him up like when he lucked up And we on that turnt shit, hit the club, we turnt, bitch Flexin' 'cause I want, just because I earned it Playin' with this fire, you gon' fuck around, get burnt, bitch Chopper got a dick, don't fuck around and let that sperm hit, bitch I ain't never been fucked with, but I'll make a nigga bust quick I ain't the bitch you wanna fuck with Just come see what's up with it Yeah, come try your luck, bitch Fuck around, get drug And your nigga that you trust, bitch I got him right here on the fuck shit I thought he was in love, bitch Put Gorilla Glue on him, now he on stuck shit, goddamn Yeah, you bitches got me fucked up, you niggas got me fucked up too Don't come for me, lil' bitch, if I didn't motherfuckin' send for you Gang 'nem get to ridin' like gorillas in the fuckin' zoo Pull up with that action like GloRilla in the fuckin' coupe [Chorus: GloRilla] Money, head, clothes and bags Heard we got some bitches mad Took her ho, take your man If I pop my shit, nigga pop them bands Got me fucked up, got me fucked up And they let us in the party, they done fucked up Posted like a thug that got a mug like I was stuck up Don't fear none of you bitches, better know you gettin' touched up Thinkin' that we soft, lil' bitch gon' fuck around, get roughed up Carbon in the party, got the carbine, that bitch tucked up Got that loud smoke that'll make a nigga hush up Blow it in his face and tell a nigga ass to puff up [Verse 2: K Carbon] Got a PSA for all you hoes who discuss me Slime never hidin', so I guess I'm where the opps be Never lackin' artillery, I'm where the Glocks be Choppa Gang clean up crew, so, bitch, I'm where the mops be You a peon, lil' bitch, you don't want no smoke Don't like none of you bitches, so watch your approach Quick to clean up your nose Keep Glo on my side and she rockin' that roll Body bags and toe tags, we'll do his ass really bad White chalk and yellow tape, Choppa Gang gon' close the case No evidence, a cold case, scope the scene and play it safe Mask up and don't show your face, bitch ever play, she gon' lay Broke bitches look pissy, they throwin' some shots and they constantly missing Take off her arm if I feel like she reachin', ho See me and you bitches speakin', ayy Got Glocks for opps (Got me fucked up) CG hit your block (You get touched up) This shit'll get messy (Ho) 7.62, these lil' bitches, they deadly (Brrt) Left the scene in a stretcher He play, so I bless him Shout out to Dev, my young nigga, he reckless I'm totin' a carbine, lil' bitch, don't you test me Come get your nigga the fuck out my messages [Chorus: GloRilla] Money, head, clothes and bags Heard we got some bitches mad Took her ho, take your man If I pop my shit, nigga pop them bands Got me fucked up, got me fucked up And they let us in the party, they done fucked up Posted like a thug that got a mug like I was stuck up Don't fear none of you bitches, better know you gettin' touched up Thinkin' that we soft, lil' bitch gon' fuck around, get roughed up Carbon in the party, got the carbine, that bitch tucked up Got that loud smoke that'll make a nigga hush up Blow it in his face and tell a nigga ass to puff up (It's Carbon) [Outro: GloRilla] GloRilla Y'all know what the fuck goin' on Y'all got me fucked up, for real, though You bitches, you niggas, all y'all got me fucked up Fuck wrong with a nigga ass?