T.R.A.Y. "You Got Me F-d Up" (Lyrics)
Song: U Got Me F-d Up
Artist: T.R.A.Y. (Travell Rhythm And You)
Album: Home 4 The 1st Time
Katt Williams (Talking)
Verse 1:
Yo check it... I’m going in homie
Haters got it in for me
I peep em coming like I gotta scope and lens on me
Make me have to snipe one, with the smith and wesley
Slice em with the same blade as nino if they let me
Test me, watch hollow points rip his chest meat
Raw cuz I’m so rare so yall don’t want to go there
Laying bodies flat like inner tubes with no air
Guaranteed you won’t see your riders going no where
Try to get fly on me I cut your wings off
I blow your plane up just because your teams soft
Tray been the truth I ain’t never made a thing up
Only time I lie is in the bed getting my thing sucked
Yup, they on my dick like an old crush
Million dollar flow like the California Gold Rush
Keep the hits coming like pretty boy Floyd
When the haters see me coming all the niggas get noid
Chorus:
Un Un you got me fucked up
I don’t know what you heard, but I am whats up
Shittin on em like birds, they don’t have no luck
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right…who
Un Un you got me fucked up
I don’t know what you heard, but I am whats up
Shittin on em like birds, they don’t have no luck
Cincinnati stand up, throw yo damn hands up
Verse 2:
Hi hater, I see you doing your job
You clocking in every time you see me looking shob
You go to work with yo mouth, got something to say
Blurting out my name but you not fucking with Tray
I’m way more productive, I gets shit poppin
I ain’t got time so its me that they watching
Staring at the boy like they window shopping
But I can understand cuz they ain’t got no other option
I bring it to your face, how could you not see me
I’m standing in the way like I’m trying to block the T.V.
Pay attention, I show you how to do this shit
This what it look like when you dream then you do that shit
Take em to the limit, why you think I’m in it
My team got my back and I’m making sure we win it
I’m out here busy like Bryant in the playoffs
If I don’t do me they would have to take a day off… naw
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
Who dey who dey think they playing wit
Haters wanna move me, they gonna have to do more than sitting there saying shit
I can make em feel bad, I can make em feel good
Button down, crease in my khakis and I’m still hood
Raahhhh, I’ma monster the boogeyman
I ain’t never hated on a man then shook his hand
If I don’t like you something I might do
Is catch you off guard like Mike do and bite you
I ain’t even Tyson, we ain’t even fighting
We ain’t even talking, you just need a coffin
The element of surprise I use it quite often
Cuz I’m the type to get mad, slip and just off em
Roger dat, copy this
Tray don’t come with no break petals dog
So it ain’t no stopping this
Coming for the title with more verses than the Bible
You don’t want no problems so don’t let them boys hype you…naw
(Chorus)
Artist: T.R.A.Y. (Travell Rhythm And You)
Album: Home 4 The 1st Time
Katt Williams (Talking)
Verse 1:
Yo check it... I’m going in homie
Haters got it in for me
I peep em coming like I gotta scope and lens on me
Make me have to snipe one, with the smith and wesley
Slice em with the same blade as nino if they let me
Test me, watch hollow points rip his chest meat
Raw cuz I’m so rare so yall don’t want to go there
Laying bodies flat like inner tubes with no air
Guaranteed you won’t see your riders going no where
Try to get fly on me I cut your wings off
I blow your plane up just because your teams soft
Tray been the truth I ain’t never made a thing up
Only time I lie is in the bed getting my thing sucked
Yup, they on my dick like an old crush
Million dollar flow like the California Gold Rush
Keep the hits coming like pretty boy Floyd
When the haters see me coming all the niggas get noid
Chorus:
Un Un you got me fucked up
I don’t know what you heard, but I am whats up
Shittin on em like birds, they don’t have no luck
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right…who
Un Un you got me fucked up
I don’t know what you heard, but I am whats up
Shittin on em like birds, they don’t have no luck
Cincinnati stand up, throw yo damn hands up
Verse 2:
Hi hater, I see you doing your job
You clocking in every time you see me looking shob
You go to work with yo mouth, got something to say
Blurting out my name but you not fucking with Tray
I’m way more productive, I gets shit poppin
I ain’t got time so its me that they watching
Staring at the boy like they window shopping
But I can understand cuz they ain’t got no other option
I bring it to your face, how could you not see me
I’m standing in the way like I’m trying to block the T.V.
Pay attention, I show you how to do this shit
This what it look like when you dream then you do that shit
Take em to the limit, why you think I’m in it
My team got my back and I’m making sure we win it
I’m out here busy like Bryant in the playoffs
If I don’t do me they would have to take a day off… naw
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
Who dey who dey think they playing wit
Haters wanna move me, they gonna have to do more than sitting there saying shit
I can make em feel bad, I can make em feel good
Button down, crease in my khakis and I’m still hood
Raahhhh, I’ma monster the boogeyman
I ain’t never hated on a man then shook his hand
If I don’t like you something I might do
Is catch you off guard like Mike do and bite you
I ain’t even Tyson, we ain’t even fighting
We ain’t even talking, you just need a coffin
The element of surprise I use it quite often
Cuz I’m the type to get mad, slip and just off em
Roger dat, copy this
Tray don’t come with no break petals dog
So it ain’t no stopping this
Coming for the title with more verses than the Bible
You don’t want no problems so don’t let them boys hype you…naw
(Chorus)
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