Fuck Up the Fun Azealia Banks

[Intro: Talking]
Tell him to keep that
Yeah just play the track stop cuttin it off
And lemme-lemme pop my shit
It is what it is hehe
Fuck is ya'll niggas doing?
You ready bitch?
What up what up whatup?
Yo Yo Yo Yo!

[Verse 1]
Who want it? Who-who want it?
Which nigga little goon gettin' stewed with a onion?
Niggas all cute 'til the roogs in abundance
And ya dude get to running with the womb in his stomach
Bitch nigga, bitch get ya nigga
All these niggas just raw food for the dinner
And these niggas better tuck in their little jewels when I enter
'Cause your bitch hot nigga finna fuck up the fun
Don't fuck with your bitch when the rum in her punch
I might dance on these niggas, but the gun in the butt
The gold Jimmy's little mirror little stun in the clutch
And don't slip up little nigga, I'll put the stun in your nuts
What? yo dude 'bout to fuck up your trust
He gon' run when I hit ya, put you under the pump
You gon' run with your nigga, now you close enough
To shoot once in the throat leave ya both in a slump, huh
Go 'head, go 'head, nigga, pop off
You can get your fam and your man's and them shot off
I'ma get the AMS for ya and blow your top off
Shit funny 'til the gun in your face
You better run with your nigga, better open the safe
You better come up with the money better show up the weight
I'm gon' come with gorillas cause I run with the apes
And put shots in your butt like you wanted the cake