Woo Dinero - Fucked Up

Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Who done fucked up
You done fucked up
Who done fucked up
You done fucked up
Banging with my hitters my niggas they like militia
Task force get you your dome we might split up
Rolling in the back with woods with no swisher
Girl say I'm cold but really I'm like winter
Woo season in this paper is coming in
Get all the racks the money can be my friend
Little sinny sin I get up and go again
Fucked up again I'm really just tryna win
Look at the racks
Look at the drip
I'm in the back
Rolling up a spliff
She take a whiff
Woo with the drip
Walking right passed
She trying to hit
Swipe up the digits call up the bitch
Addicted to me want D in her bed
After we finish fucked up in her head
Dipping right out get straight to the bread
W on my wrist gold on my chain
Fuck is you all doing who calling the plays
Give me this shit get the fuck out the way
Niggas is lame ain't playing no games
Circle on 10 squares don't change
I phased away not faded away
Niggas is mad bitches is lame
24 ways to do an exchange
Tryna to get it like that might jack might stack
All the dollars and chains
Fuck around and get caught slipping with your chain flipping
They won't see you again
New name be Dinero bitches and your girl switching
If she not with the gang
Woo with it I'm a jiggy figure trying to stack riches
Put that on my claim
Big hitter like I'm trucking shit real clean with it
Like I'm Bobby Boucher
10 niggas like we wolves hissing in the field tripping
Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Who done fucked up
You done fucked up
Who done fucked up
You done fucked up

Written by:
Davon Daniels

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