Fucked Up Jim Jones & Harry Fraud (Ft. Belly)

[Intro]
Wasted days and endless nights (Hey, Harry)
Heard they reported us to the Fraud Department
There is nothing I could do to make things right (Haha)
Capo, what's up?

[Pre-Chorus: Belly]
I ain't been sleepin', it's the third day (Third day, third)
I don't got a second in the first place (First place, oh no)
Ain't no second chances in my birthplace (Birthplace, oh no)
You can't put a phoenix in a bird cage (Bird cage)

[Chorus: Belly]
Lil' bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Lil' bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up, yeah-yeah)
I pull up in that Merce' (Merce')
Bitches see me drippin' in this Versa' (Versa')
You know I want it in the worst way (Worst way, yeah)
But at least we got tonight if that's the worst case, worst case
Bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Lil' bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)