Lyrics Nascar Aloe – Fed Up!
Text:
Ahh, ho, I’m fed up (Yuh)
I had enough of this shit, you will get swept up (Bitch)
I put the.5 to his head, he getting edged up (Whoa, yeah)
No, bitch, I don’t fuck with rats, I’m Master Shredder (Ayy)
I had enough of this shit, you will get swept up (Bitch)
I put the.5 to his head, he getting edged up (Whoa, yeah)
No, bitch, I don’t fuck with rats, I’m Master Shredder (Ayy)
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
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
