Fuck Ups (Explicit)

Composed by：Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Produced by：Budd Dwyer

Yeah tell me what you know 'bout me

Young cracker with the all gold teeth

I would tell y'all how I really feel

But it would just get hit with the ****

Northside

I was ten years old with the heat

Dead eyes got cold from the grief

Call me Northside Wet Lil Yachty the way I'll die for the crete

Northside

Where I'm from yeah the sun don't rise in the east

I'm a hybrid of beasts

Been done it all even got high with a priest too high at the least

Just kill 'em I ain't got no time for the beef Gen 5 intervene

Motherfuck police I vibe with the fiends

Too live like a stream *59 the regime

Yeah aye came up with them fuck ups

Yeah aye so I can't help but fuck up

Yeah aye came up with them fuck ups

Yeah hold up we tell 'em shut the fuck up

Smoking 'em back to back

Until I can't feel no pain no more

Kicking they door from the back

Making 'em lay it down on the floor

My tolerance high on the dope but I got no patience for a ho

Point me a tone right there to the dome

Make that bitch blow blow blow blow blow

Young S to the C to the A to the R to the E

To the C to the R to the O to the W

Smoking that sack till my eyes roll back

System down issues they can't troubleshoot

Black mask gold teeth yelling "Who dat?"

Wanted fame so we put him on the news app

If you pull it out boy better shoot that

Turn a opp into merch lemme SKU that

Broke the scale we smoking on Dave Blunts

Sipping syrup till my face numb

Chewing fent this that laced gum

Red beam here like a ray gun

Money in the walls like Nagin

Goddamn call me BP the way I'm spilling that oil

Yeah big stepper I'm taking their souls like Dr. Scholls

Yeah surgeon with the blade so I stay on call

Up in New Orleans put the 3 on my back young wet Chris Paul

Fuck around and break my jaw before I ever go talk to the laws

Yeah I'm just tryna' dodge all my flaws my whole life in camouflage

$uicide I'll take the charge GREY*59 the entourage

Codeine colored cayenne but I wrapped the Macan satin mauve

Praise the Lord with applause the demons pissed I left they cause

Out the fog I'ma rawdog all this life shit

Swerve in a 'Vette yeah

I'm flirting with death so I don't have to feel like life's bitch

Range Rover '96 run me over type shit

6 years sober in October no leftover crisis

It's a young man's dream to wanna die

Living life high while I was flicking off the sky

Born a rebel now I'll settle for a little peace and quiet

This life usually admired but I'm tired of life not being private

Opps on my radar I'ma pray for 'em

Lord have mercy on their soul

For all my dogs I'ma catch stray for 'em

Share the food out of my bowl

Still pack the tool and it's still loaded I'm devoted to the GREY

Until the grave rotten and bloated sugarcoat all of my pain

A life so sweet I didn't know it so I smile with tooth decay

Don't try to floss you could get scraped take take no loss in any state

Yeah I just came to swang and drag my tank across every lane

Scraping up the interstate Tobasco sauce I'm hittin' stains

Yeah aye came up with them fuck ups

Yeah aye so I can't help but fuck up

Yeah aye came up with them fuck ups

Yeah hold up we tell 'em shut the fuck up

I will always rep the 7th ward collecting all seven rewards

Seven

Seven warriors seven dented swords

Unsheathe my blade and scream "En guard *59 captain on board"

Former junkie coming at you live from the junkyard