FED UP! - Nascar Aloe

I keep glicks, ho, I tote the pole just like a hockey stick

Talking shit, see that I’m a punk and now they jocking it

Copying, pull up on his block and now his body stiff

Talk again, you getting erased just like a floppy disk

I pull up on you and I’m shooting like PUBG

Whole team chase you down like it’s rugby

Fried that boy up like I’m from Kentucky

He think he dressed, he still rocking Stussy

Cigarette burns on my skin, they leak puss

See me at my show, she itching to fuck

You can have your bitch, I’m finishing up

Nascar you crazy, you sickening, ayy

You think you hard, but you just in the way

Shorty suck my dick like it was a vape

Lately, I ain’t feeling mentally sane

Nine inch nail into your face

I’m in hell, I can’t escape

Cocaine smell like fish fillet

She slob on my shit like I’m Juicy J

All y’all rappers suck, I’m paving the way

Fed up, no FedEx, uh-uh-uh, fuck her, double S, uh-uh-uh

See he wearing vest, uh, so I’m shooting out his legs, uh-uh-uh

Swear I got these demons in my head, I am possessed, uh-uh-uh

Your bitch is a heathen, she in my bed gettin' undressed, uh-uh-uh

Ahh, ho, I’m fed up

I had enough of this shit, you will get swept up

I put the.5 to his head, he getting edged up

No, bitch, I don’t fuck with rats, I’m Master Shredder

Ahh, ho, I’m fed up

I had enough of this shit, you will get swept up

I put the.5 to his head, he getting edged up

No, bitch, I don’t fuck with rats, I’m Master Shredder