Waka Flocka Flame - Rap Game f**ed Up lyrics

[Produced by B Wheezy] [Intro] Rap f**ed up so we in the trap Rap f**ed up so we in the hood Rap f**ed up on the interstate [Hook] From interstate to riches From bustin' swishers and b**hes From the blood to the kitchen I'm a real n***a, ain't no switching Don't talk, just listen p**y boy you might learn somethin' Dumb young n***as gon' burn something I've been off the road tryna earn something [Verse ] Rap f**ed up, back in the trenches Throwin' chopsticks, I'm a f**in' menace Serving bags of gas Scooter got them chickens Project buildings, serving all attendants Show money slow, back to robbin' n***as Taking rappers' chains and their watches n***as Waka Flocka, n***a [?] my father's figure, I'm a Pyru n***a Came up, shorty kickin doors Word on the streets you got the work Don't cooperate, how we operate Put 'em on a shirt, drop his top like a 'vert Hot Boy like Turk Pop a n***a like a Perc Old school with the vert [Hook] [Verse 2] You a petty n***a, type to snatch a purse Made six hundred bands from just selling merch Don't run them bands, shots gon' disperse Dark Caravan filled up with work Made a million dollars off of rappin' Made a million dollars off of trappin' Made another quarter million off of cappin' Really catchin' plays, y'all just ball cappin' I was in the streets while y'all rappin' Hit a lick for a set, aw man Plenty sticks like a log cabin Pistol whip a n***a til his jaw fractions Get my young n***as all the work They gon' help me get it all faster Ain't no talkin', b**h we all action Fifty pistols b**h, we all packing Been gettin' it since small Jacksons Flipping pounds like an acrobat Bust em down into small fractions Thank you lord for this large mansion If your daddy snitchin', you was born a rat Pockets on E, I got the format Lay 'em down like a floor mat And if I rap about it, b**h I mean that [Hook] [Outro] Rap f**ed up so we in the trap Rap f**ed up so we in the hood Rap f**ed up on the interstate