Fuck You - Blaq Poet

Yo yo yo yo Poet man yo Poet.

You hear me son?

Damn son man.

I’m in some real live shit right now dun (Damn)

Shit is real right now son.

I just took this bitch to Poconos man

(Right, Right)

Just got back you, know what I’m saying.

Yo son man.

I’m in some shit man.

Niggas is calling me.

Pager keep going off (You fucked up)

I fucked up son

You fucked up nigga

Now where the fuck did all that coke go?

Stop looking stupid, nigga, like you don’t know

Oh, I heard you took that ho to Poconos

With so much shit they renamed it Cocanos

Got niggas calling you and paging you

Been there before nigga, it’s like deja vu

But the niggas you owe, they owe some niggas too

Enough of that bullshit, they coming body you

Had too many changes, had too many shots

Niggas heard it all from stick-up-kids to cops

Now you in a jeep, moe, smoking bogie after bogie

Like they going to forget

Nigga, you’re in some shit

Better get that money up before they chop off your cabbage

Better hurry up before them niggas let you have it

And that what you get for trying to live lavish

Fucking up niggas money, stupid bastard

You fucked up and don’t know what to do

You fucked up, got niggas looking for you

You fucked up and don’t know what to do

You really fucked up this time

Nigga you knew better

With that motherfucking cheddar

Trying to run around like you’re cash money Jigga

You’re about to get your whole shit peeled

Your man getting stabbed and that bitch getting killed

Nigga what the deal

You better get your steel

I’ve seen a black car with four niggas looking ill on the hill

Shit is about to get real

Looks like you need the nine mill, I got your back with the mac-mill

Stupid motherfucker got me in this

Fucking with you I might get my whole shit twisted

But we go way back, did many hood crimes

We watched Janet play Penny on Good Times

I always had your back, you always had mines

I know you bust for me, you know I bust mines

Call them niggas back, tell them that they’re dead

Or meet you on the southside if they want their bread

Make sure that you got the full clip

And let the click know it just might be some bullshit

Send the chickens to the store, ?pour Henny in the raw?

You fucked up, now we got to raw

Now we on the block drinking

Getting drunk, playing with guns

Look up in here there they come

They came to kill my dun

Creeping, posting up on me

Niggas behind the tree

Taking aim on one knee

They got me

They got to drop

I turned up hop

We lit up the block

When the smoke cleared niggas was shot

I’m on the bench with the gatcock sizzling hot

Two duns dropped dead right then on the spot

Had to flee because we heard the motherfucking cops

Niggas is dead beacause you fucked up, ?mountains of rocks?

Get out of here, I don’t want to see you no more on the block

You’re exiled, nigga

Better bounce now, nigga

You fucked up