Released: April 16, 2019

Featuring: Lotto Savage Loudiene

Songwriter: Waka Flocka Flame Lotto Savage Loudiene Pyrex

Producer: Pyrex

[Intro]
Let's take this shit to the club right quick
You know what I’m talkin' 'bout?
Hood Rich, bitch
Lemme bring down my weed, hold on
Fuck ’em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up
Fuck ’em up
Fuck ’em up
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck ’em up

[Chorus]
Talk shit, I'm blastin'
We ballin', no basketball
Y’all do them molly, Percocet, Adderall
Pull up and shoot at you, we do not talk it out
Talkin' 'bout business so we can't see none of y'all
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up

[Verse 1]
My youngin, they comin', I point and they drummin'
Got copies for problems, don't like 'em, don't love 'em
Get down or lay down, Brick Squad, nigga
Hotlanta we hopped right out that Uber
Nightmare the game, no Freddy Krueger
I'm in the jet goin' mach-five
I put your brains on a stop sign
Stay with the forty and Glock nine
I got your bitch on my hotline
Diamonds and gold, it's a combo
Roll up the papers and pronto
I'm gettin' money like pronto
Transportin' drugs by the carload
Different shipment, different cargo
I'm 'bout to bank like Well Fargo
I'm a real trapper like Ralo
I hope all my enemies die slow
Fuck up your hood like I'm Curtis Snow
Pitch in to strive but it's hard, though
Witness, we wipe out the eyes, though
Just had a meetin' with a god, though
Gotta give thanks to Allah, though
My youngins ain't lackin', they roll lackin'
Checkin' big homie like, "What's brackin'?"

[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up

[Chorus]
Talk shit, I'm blastin'
We ballin', no basketball
Y'all do them molly, Percocet, Adderall
Pull up and shoot at you, we do not talk it out
Talkin' 'bout business so we can't see none of y'all
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up

[Verse 2]
Flock said lotta times, "Fuck it up"
Go on, turn the shit to the max
Prolly hellcat, red eye
Nigga, you ain't never seen nothin'
Been savin' that money, shit, long, a long time ago
I used to get out on niggas at the corner sto'
Get out the house so I had to go huntin', though
We takin' your shit if you run into one of us
Got a whole lot of diamonds hangin' off my neck
Feel like a motherfuckin' cooler
Call Low-D, he gon' pull up on you
Yeah, he a motherfuckin' shooter
You come to my city, we snatchin' yo' chain
And that ain't no threat, it's a part of the game
You better check in or you not checkin' out
Got shooters outside that'll shoot up your house
We run out to get shit we gon' fuck it up
We trap and we hunt and we don't give a fuck
We bangin' on B, we be on the Bentley
That new-new, that right one, a pretty little pink
You broke, you keepin' your pennies pinched
I'm scrapin' the bowl in the kitchen
Flock said louder, time to run up the digits
Stack the money as high as the ceiling

[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up

[Chorus]
Talk shit, I'm blastin'
We ballin', no basketball
Y'all do them molly, Percocet, Adderall
Pull up and shoot at you, we do not talk it out
Talkin' 'bout business so we can't see none of y'all
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up

[Verse 3]
I run through, comin' like rah
Bitch you wack, kill 'em all
I'm 'bout to fuck it up
Come to my trap, all killas
I'm 'bout to fuck it up
Come to my trap, got some foreigns
I'm 'bout to fuck 'em up
Hop out the Bentley, we shoot 'em all
Got me a plug with the bricks and I shipped 'em all
Fire like, "Pop-pop"
Shot his house, yeah, I fucked it up
Top to bottom all fucked up
Shot the cars, fucked up
You gon' play? I'm gon' fuck you up
Get my money or get fucked up
Drop a bullet then I'll fuck you up
Dump truck, fuck you up
Fuck you up
Head shot him, fucked him up
Body shot him, fucked him up
Closed casket, zip 'em up

[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up

[Chorus]
Talk shit, I'm blastin'
We ballin', no basketball
Y'all do them molly, Percocet, Adderall
Pull up and shoot at you, we do not talk it out
Talkin' 'bout business so we can't see none of y'all
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Flock said fuck 'em up

Waka Flocka Flame

Born in South Jamaica, New York on May 31, 1986, Waka Flocka Flame or simply Waka Flocka, is an archetypal rapper and internet personality born in South Jamaica, NY and raised in Riverdale, Georgia. Signing with childhood friend Gucci Mane’s 1017 Brick Squad and Warner Bros. Records in 2009, he became a mainstream artist with the release of his hit club-bangers “O Let’s Do It”, “Hard in da Paint”, and “No Hands” featuring Wale and Roscoe Dash, with the latter peaking at number 13 on the US Billboard Hot 100. All were singles included on his debut studio album Flockaveli, released on October 5th, 2010. His second studio album Triple F Friends, Fans & Family was released in 2012 and was preceded by the lead single “Round of Applause” featuring now renowned rapper Drake. His ruthless style of rap governed the genre to how it is today, along with T.I., Jeezy and Gucci Mane. He’s also released over 30 mixtapes.