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Amf Empire - Mess Em Up Lyrics

[Intro]
(AMF, you a fool for this one)
Grr, come here

[Chorus]
Uh, fuck him up, that's what he get for hangin' in that whip (In that whip)
We ridin' fast, I'm gon' be mad if we hit the curb and flip (Judeh Productions, skrr)
We chased him down, left DOA, he should've never fell and tripped (Fell and tripped)
He kissin' an eater, must like my kids, my dick was on her lips (Ew)
This shit about survival, see your rival, leave him in that dip (Grr)
Bullets come like spirals, he went viral, died for talkin' shit (Come here, come here)
23 like Michael in his prime, .40 ain't gon' miss (Ain't gon' miss)
Pass me Draco, he can't eat these shells, I don't even want the switch (I don't want the switch)

[Verse]
What the fuck is a Sko? Them niggas ain't opps, they probably still mad 'bout a blick (Mad 'bout a blick)
A rapper and clapper, I just signed a deal, tell a hatin'-ass nigga eat dick (Grr)
Mama get what she want no matter the cost, I'm payin' the bag, I'm rich
I fly a bitch out of town, an IG model, short, light skin and she thick
He went live, next week died, that's what his dumb ass get (Grr)
Lil Ron throw fifty, Badass five, but y'all already know that shit (They know that shit)
The feds on my ass, I gotta cool down, I can't be talkin' 'bout hits (Can't talk 'bout hits)
Nah we ain't playin' with 9s, the only handguns we got is .40s and nicks (Brr, bah)

[Interlude]
We hawked him, come here
That's all we do, bounce out on niggas, where you goin'?
Real face cards
Grr, come here
[Chorus]
Fuck him up, that's what he get for hangin' in that whip (In that whip)
We ridin' fast, I'm gon' be mad if we hit the curb and flip (Skrr)
We chased him down, left DOA, he should've never fell and tripped (Come here, come here)
He kissin' an eater, must like my kids, my dick was on her lips (On her lips)
This shit about survival, see your rival, leave him in that dip (Grr)
Bullets come like spirals, he went viral, died for talkin' shit (Died, died)
23 like Michael in his prime, .40 ain't gon' miss (Go Michael Jordan)
Pass me Draco, he can't eat these shells, I don't even want the switch (I don't even want it)
Fuck him up, that's what he get for hangin' in that whip (Grr)
We ridin' fast, I'm gon' be mad if we hit the curb and flip (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
We chased him down, left DOA, he should've never fell and tripped (Fell and tripped)
He kissin' an eater, must like my kids, my dick was on her lips (It was on her lips)