Fucc Da Club Up lyrics

[Intro]
Man look, yeah, yeah
Ha, f*ck it up n*gga
Yeah, wreck the party f*ck it up, take that sh*t down
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Wreck the club, f*ck it up we might just stop the promoter
The AR pistol in my hand, b*tch I don't need a holster
We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor
And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like Sosa
Wreck the party, f*ck it up, we got strippers in the section
b*tch I'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes sexting
Like a special ass student, a n*gga better not test me
If this n*gga do, I swear to god it's getting deadly
A hunnid shots up in the coupe, tryna lay a n*gga down
b*tch I'm too hot like moon rock, and you know I run the town
Ain't with all of that talkin', that discussin', I get to bustin'
Yeah that Glock what I'm tuckin', if I up it, I knock his muffin
I got a MAC-11 mac n' cheese
And you know it's lemon squeeze
I ain't gotta think about it, n*gga I'ma shoot with ease
When I leave the house, you know that b*tch is on my hip
I'ma slam a n*gga down, you can call me Shawn Kemp
I'ma shoot out all my hollows, dump the whole clip
n*gga watch yo' f*ckin' mouth, 'fore I shoot you in the lip
b*tch I'm stacking all my chips, but I don't f*ck with dip
b*tch I love making n*ggas bleed, but I f*ck with Crips
I was hittin' licks, skipping school, I ain't f*ck with class
Had the Glock 23 sitting in my bookbag
I'ma up the pistol on my teacher, if I didn't pass
Man f*ck school, I'm rich, tell them people kiss my ass
b*tch, I jumped out the Porsche and now we see eleven ducking down
And my n*ggas wrapping bags, they don't even need a stamp
[?] the judge, and you know I'm making bail
I've been a demon all my life, I think that I belong in hell
b*tch, I'm hotter than lava, pray to the lord so I can prosper
Keep snitchin' man, now I'm hangin' with my shottas
I got some bold ruffians, they be screamin' out "Allah"
Baby Mexico Choppa, make a n*gga cha cha
[Interlude]
f*ck the club up, f*ck it up, yeah
f*ck the club up, f*ck it up, yeah
f*ck the club up, f*ck the club up, f*ck the club up
f*ck it up, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Don't do no talkin' when we beefin', let that choppa talk for me
You know I'm bangin' for my gang, and it's to the [?]
b*tch, I pull up on yo' street, put another opp to sleep
Man he should've never made a pose, now he RIP
So many guns, I can go to war with Russia
I'ma burn him like I'm Usher
Like a Backwood, I'ma smoke him
Then I put him in a duffel
b*tch my n*ggas roll with pistols, we don't use our f*ckin' knuckles
I'ma attack with fire then you won't catch me in a scuffle
I'm the lion in the jungle, you ain't cut like [?]
b*tch, they call me HIV cause you can't f*ck with ease
Man I dare a f*ck n*gga try to send me a diss
I sent him hit, while I'm f*ckin' on another n*gga b*tch
I put a scope up on my Glock, so it can shoot like a choppa
I put the lean up in the bottle, like a n*gga a toddler
I shoot a n*gga in the neck, so I'm poppin' his collar
Put tape up on that n*gga mouth, so he won't holler
They askin' how I'm in the club, I ain't over sixteen
Man shut the f*ck up, 'cause my Glock 23
I need everybody f*ck the club up on 3
n*gga 1, 2, 3, f*ck the club up n*gga (Ha, pop)