FED UP Lyrics

Uh huh

Listen, from the first time you hear that mother fucking uh huh on the track

You already know it's Beylor

Damn, why these niggas always wanna play with Big Kahuna?

Drip, I never drown, maneuver like a barracuda

Ion do no chasers, if you run I won't pursue ya

Wipe u from my memory, treat you like I never knew you

Uh

And it's as simple as that

I know you feeling the connection but don't get too attached

I might just drive you off the wall like Janet J and Mike Jack

And if he said he hit it once, he mad he can't get it back

Remember

Sitting and waiting for a nigga to get his shit together

I smartened up, sharpened up, now I know better

No more soliloquies, no more 4 page letters

I'll leave him on delivered mark the note return to sender

And I'm tired of these fake pages coming for me

These bitches nutty like I'm tickling they clit, they keep coming for me

Ya nigga gave me all his brains

He goin' dummy

Always on his mind and his forehead stays on my tummy

Why niggas always wanna rush with me?

I told him take his time

He said he tryna get 9 months from me

I ain't never tryna be no baby mama

Make me miss my period, you just fucking up my commas nigga

Listen, I'm getting real mother fucking tired of addressing you bitches

Y'all sitting there talking bout Beylor copped the plea

Beylor ain't cop no fucking plea

Beylor copping LLCs

Ion got no time to address you weirdo fake page making ass bitches

Fuck I look like?

If it ain't making me no money, it don't make no mother fucking sense

Bye