Hung It Up Lyrics
Hung It Up Song Lyrics
I hate that boy
I would have hung it up
I would have hung it up
Slip a third, go crazy
Watch ashes fall and blood spill, the trench going up
You used to be fucked up a year ago, you grown up
You still fucked up, you just controlling that, hold it up
You fuck with them bitch niggas, I heard, you know they none of us
Made your own problems get more worse, fucking your money up
Dispatch by the chunk out, Uncle Earl, niggas getting tummy tucks
You kept going hard, you dirt your name, you should have hung it up
Can't no bitch treat me on my cell phone, I would have hung it up
Made your own problems get more worse, fucking your money up
Dispatch by the chunk out, Uncle Earl, niggas getting tummy tucks
You kept going hard, you dirt your name, you should have hung it up
Can't no bitch treat me on my cell phone, I would have hung it up
I would have hung it up
Can't no bitch treat me on my cell phone, I would have hung it up
I would have hung it up
Can't no bitch treat me on my cell phone, I would have hung it up
Officers was on me, didn't know where to take that many L's
Killed the old me, you fucked up and you told me
I ain't been there more than two-three years, I'm out their whole reach
Heard they throwing parties on the sand out the whole beach
She think I'm off Xans, that's the old me
Every time I come around, go in, I make them hoes leave
Can't speak about no war with kids 'cause we been hunting the whole week
Put percs back in my hand once again, that shit slow me
Look at our time ticking, I don't got time go be with him
I chase my own digits
You mad these hoes tell me they love me, I'm handsome, I get it
I pop these pills on Monday, pop up Sunday, I went missing
And that's the whole difference
Look at our time ticking, I don't got time go be with him
I chase my own digits
You mad these hoes tell me they love me, I'm handsome, I get it
I pop these pills on Monday, pop up Sunday, I went missing
And that's the whole difference
Cut her loose if she don't listen, she know I'm a bold nigga
I be with some souls, not just real wolves, cold killers
Telling D calm down, but he around and he see it, go get it
I don't be around here how I sound, but I see what it's giving
I felt a cold breeze, started moving slow and I noticed that the room started spinning
Give opinions on my life like they know me, that's why I had to go
I hope you know I ain't being rude with the distance
Watch ashes fall and blood spill, the trench going up
You used to be fucked up a year ago, you grown up
You still fucked up, you just controlling that, hold it up
You fuck with them bitch niggas, I heard, you know they none of us
Made your own problems get more worse, fucking your money up
Dispatch by the chunk out, Uncle Earl, niggas getting tummy tucks
You kept going hard, you dirt your name, you should have hung it up
Can't no bitch treat me on my cell phone, I would have hung it up
Made your own problems get more worse, fucking your money up
Dispatch by the chunk out, Uncle Earl, niggas getting tummy tucks
You kept going hard, you dirt your name, you should have hung it up
Can't no bitch treat me on my cell phone, I would have hung it up
I would have hung it up
Can't no bitch treat me on my cell phone, I would have hung it up
I would have hung it up
Can't no bitch treat me on my cell phone, I would have hung it up
Credits
More from YFG FATSO
Explore popular lyrics from this artist
Community Thoughts .
0 CommentsLeave a Reply
Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *
No comments yet
Be the first to share your thoughts about these lyrics!