Got Me f*cked Up lyrics

[Chorus: Eastside 80's]
n*ggas hating, say I lucked up
'Cause I'm banded the f*ck up, and I'm f*cked up
Think I work this hard, to be f*cked up?
Broke n*ggas hate me, 'cause they f*cked up
Hoes that ain't wanna f*ck me, wanna f*ck
'Cause I'm banded the f*ck up, and I'm f*cked up
You think I ain't getting money? Got me f*cked up
Broke hoes hate me, 'cause they f*cked up

[Verse 1: Lou Gram]
You n*ggas killing for crumbs, [?] f*ck with me
I'm a made n*gga, really hard to get in touch with me
[?]
Got some young n*ggas who load clips and start sh*t
n*ggas clame they run the city, man, it's our sh*t
Oh, you f*cking that ho too? Well, that's our b*tch
I call that b*tch [?] same night
Met her ass through a [?] had stage fright
After I do the show, then I'm back on the road
Grab some work, double up, then I'm jacking [?]
What y'all n*ggas thought? I'm still popping zeros
Getting cake with no cape, feeling like a hero
Feeling like a mob boss, n*gga, Rob de Niro
Catch me flying through your hood, in that new Camero
All I know is run them numbers up
It's about to be a cold one, y'all better bundle up
Lou Gram
[Chorus: Eastside 80's]
n*ggas hating, say I lucked up
'Cause I'm banded the f*ck up, and I'm f*cked up
Think I work this hard, to be f*cked up?
Broke n*ggas hate me, 'cause they f*cked up
Hoes that ain't wanna f*ck me, wanna f*ck
'Cause I'm banded the f*ck up, and I'm f*cked up
You think I ain't getting money? Got me f*cked up
Broke hoes hate me, 'cause they f*cked up

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Broke b*tches hate me, 'cause they f*cked up
When you hear boss speak, shut the f*ck up
b*tch, everything on fleek, from the truck up
Two racks on my feet, n*gga, hush up
All these bands on me, I feel like a bankteller
But I'm a trap n*gga, slash drank seller
n*gga play roles, I'ma have to paint fella
Drink purple and red, but I don't drink yellow
Young Tony Jackaloney, I'm a mob man
But n*gga, I'ma eat regardlous, sh*t is God plan
I got a drank in Minesoda, they get hard in
And n*gga, all my n*ggas eating, I don't starve friends
Me and Louie back to back, in them foreign things
The 760 side to side, this the scoring lane
Had to get rid of that [?] chorus came
The hoes was looking at y'all, until them boys came
[Chorus: Eastside 80's]
n*ggas hating, say I lucked up
'Cause I'm banded the f*ck up, and I'm f*cked up
Think I work this hard, to be f*cked up?
Broke n*ggas hate me, 'cause they f*cked up
Hoes that ain't wanna f*ck me, wanna f*ck
'Cause I'm banded the f*ck up, and I'm f*cked up
You think I ain't getting money? Got me f*cked up
Broke hoes hate me, 'cause they f*cked up

[Verse 3: Eastside 80's]
Wake up in the [?]
Pocket change from last night, to see what I blew
Quick to count out twenty thousand, leave the house with two
Benihana double rice, and double soup
Riding down [?] with my n*gga Lou
Sipping on a dirty sprite, he got one too
In my clean all white buffs, he got on some too
That's a coupe stuffed with that chicken and some mud too
On FaceTime with a thot, and he is too
Free my lil brother [?], he just did two
n*ggas said f*ck me, hoes did too
These n*ggas hoes, and these hoes, I can't hit too
In the kitchen, playing with the sh*tsu
[?] more time than what they made Vick do
Spend 500 on a belt when the rent due
pus*y ass n*ggas, they be hating like a b*tch do
[Chorus: Eastside 80's]
n*ggas hating, say I lucked up
'Cause I'm banded the f*ck up, and I'm f*cked up
Think I work this hard, to be f*cked up?
Broke n*ggas hate me, 'cause they f*cked up
Hoes that ain't wanna f*ck me, wanna f*ck
'Cause I'm banded the f*ck up, and I'm f*cked up
You think I ain't getting money? Got me f*cked up
Broke hoes hate me, 'cause they f*cked up