F'd My Leg Up - Larry June

Damn, it’s a nice ass day

Man, nigga you won’t believe what fucking happened nigga

I done fucked my leg up nigga

Running through all these motherfucking bands, nigga

God Damn

Shit

Aye, Ouch, Damn

I done fucked up my leg

God.

Running through these bands

Damn, Running through these bands

Shit, Fucked up my leg

Damn.

I done fucked up my leg

Aye, running through these bands

God, running through these bands

Damn, I done fucked up my leg

I think I need to see a trap doctor

Getting head on the helicopter

Turned the soft white hard solid

Fucked the bitch then I never call her

Meet a nigga around nine or ten

Hit the blunt then I fired the bitch

Larry only rock designer shit

Whoop a nigga like Karate Kid

Hit my line, I’m by the Coliseum

Flexing hard I might buy a gym

Red berry, I’m in Hollywood

She came through I made her roll a wood

Aye, Ouch, Damn

I done fucked up my leg

God.

Running through these bands

Damn, Running through these bands

Shit, Fucked up my leg

Damn.

I done fucked up my leg

Aye, running through these bands

God, running through these bands

Damn, I done fucked up my leg

Blowing weed with the high God

I’m on my way to Vallejo

Moon roof got the coupe shining

Bust down Presidential

Bitch I got a busy schedule

Bitch I won a trap gold medal

Now I’m flexing super hard

Got my old bitch jealous

These rap niggas need a cape, all these hoes they be saving

I got whole lotta flavor

I hit Ed for the taper

Hit him from a different angle

He never ever seen it coming

Man down, still sunny

Then I’m back to counting money

Aye, Ouch, Damn

I done fucked up my leg

God.

Running through these bands

Damn, Running through these bands

Shit, Fucked up my leg

Damn.

I done fucked up my leg

Aye, running through these bands

God, running through these bands

Damn, I done fucked up my leg