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Fed Up Lyrics – Rooga

Fed Up Lyrics – Rooga

Uploaded on Feb 04, 2026
Fed Up Lyrics, is a raw and emotional English hip-hop track by Rooga that captures frustration, struggle, and the realities of life. Written and performed by Rooga, the song delivers honest storytelling with hard-hitting beats and powerful delivery. Through intense lyrics and authentic energy, Fed Up reflects personal battles and resilience, making it relatable for listeners who connect with real-life experiences and street-inspired rap music.
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Song Information

SongFed Up
SingerRooga
MusicRooga
LyricsRooga
Release DateJanuary 31, 2026
LanguageEnglish

Fed Up Lyrics

Lyricist: Rooga
{Intro}
You Already Know How This Sit Go
Don’t Touch Me, Don’t Even Look At Me
Matter Fact, Back The Fuk Up
 
{Verse}
Who The Fuk Is Fivio Foreign?
Don’t Make Us Pull Up On The Side And Fuk Up Fivio Foreign
Catch Him Bright And Early, We Gone Fu*k Up Fivio Morning
He Say He Gdk, We Done Gave Fivio Warnings
And We Don’t Duck Fights, He Must Not Know The State I Was Born In
 
If You Ain’t Heard About The Gz It’s Best That You Go Get Informed Then
Kill His Whole Posse Off, He Gotta Go Make Some More Friends
He Said Cash And I Should Not Be Like Ye
But You Was In Ye’s Dressing Room Dressing Like Ye
And You Smoke Vapes, You Make New York A Disgrace
I Catch You Out Of Bounds I Might Stick A Fork In Your Face And Throw Up The Rakes
Your Own City Said You Not A Street N!gga
You Just A Drunk That Smoke Black ‘N Milds And Drink Cheap Liquor
Your Girl Said She Checked Your Porn History And Seen N!ggas
N!gga Tried To Reach And Missed, Boy You Gotta Be Quicker (You Gotta Be Quicker Than That)
You A Zesty Man, You Got Zesty Tendencies (You Zestified)
I Don’t Know What The Fuk The Done Put In Your Hennessy (Extra Fried)
I Don’t Know What The Fuk Is Wrong With This Industry
But When I’m Done With This Beat, Boy You Gone Remember Me (You Gotta See Me)
 
We Only Know You ’Cause Of Pop Smoke, But Long Live Pop Smoke
The Sit You Lying On Your Mother For Will Get You Pops Smoked
You A Pusy And Your Block Know That This Is Really Not Smoke
They Only Paying Attention To You Right Now ’Cause I Spoke
Your Whole Career Is Based On Some Sit We Influenced (The Raq)
The Difference Is You Just Rapped Bout Some Sit We Been Doing
Boy You Know How Many Plans We Done Ruined? I’m Speaking Fluent
You Got On An Interview And Lied You Wrong For That
And When I Met You, You Was Musty You Too Grown For That
You Ain’t Make Mafiathon ’Cause Your Song Was Wack
 
How You Beefing With A Streamer Like Plaqueboymax?
That Song You Did With Von Musta Got To Your Head
Heard They Dropped You From The Label, What You Low On Some Bread?
You Must Not Know About My Hood, We Give Out Hospital Beds
But Let Me Stop Talking Gangsta, ’Cause I Think He A Fed
How The Fuk You Get That Demon Time Chain Took? (What The Fuk)
With A Name Like “Demon Time”, Tell Me How That Look
And Every Time I Seen You N!gga You Was Looking Shook
And When We Was Face To Face I Shoulda Hit You With A Hook, You B!tch N!gga
I Hope You Catch The Hiccups Forever (I Do)
I Hope Your Ass Die From Cold Weather And No Sweater
I Hope You Go To The Army And Your Peoples Get That Letter
I Hope When That Belt Hits Your Back, It Be Leather
Don’t You Ever In Your Mother Fuking Life Say Some Stupid Sit Like “Rooga Ducked A Mother Fuking Fight” (Right)
And Don’t You Ever In Your Mother Fuking Life Think That We Was Finna Fight, That Woulda Been The Day You Died
 
My N!ggas Blood And They Hounds, I Get That Q They Sending 50
Mention Duck? N!ggas Will Pop Out Like Magicians Sit’ll Get Tricky
You Went To School In Indiana, You Ain’t Even From The City
But Ya’ll Not My Generation, I Whoop Ya’ll Ass Like I’m Pete
We Was Smoking Sit Across The Street When You Couldn’t Cross The Street
And I Ain’t Gotta Put Money On Your Head, They’ll Do It All For Free (For Me)
And Until A N!gga End Up Dead You Can’t Call It Beef
Tread Lightly Before All Your Friends Be Dead Like Uzi Vert
N!ggas Think They Crashouts, Til’ They Crashing In A Hearse
All You N!ggas Getting This Work, I Don’t Care Who Last Or Who First
We Putting His Ass In The Dirt And In A Bag And On A Shirt
So Either Way It’s Looking Bad For N!ggas
G Herbo Said He Gdk But Let A N!gga Throw Up Gd And Walked Past A N!gga
And I Ain’t Saying You Gotta React To Every Action N!gga
But You Starting To Look Like An Action Figure (A Actor N!gga)
And Recklezz I’m Still Whooping Your Ass I Ain’t Forgot About You
You In The Same Boat As Fivie ’Cause I’m Hitting Him In His Mouth Too
If I Punched You I Doubt You Would Hear Anything About You (??)
I Heard You Live In Texas, I Got Gd’s In The South Too
And Pat Bev You Gdk Too? (Damn Pat)
I Liked You On 2k But What You Smoking, K2? (What The Fu*k)
You Got Defense But Your Shot, You Can’t Make 2 (Trash)
N!gga You Better Of Sticking To Them Interviews (Hahaha)
 
{Outro}
Ya’ll Gotta Stop Playin With Myself For Real Though
And Fivio, On My Son I’ll Do All Types Of Wrestling Moves To You
What The Fu*k Is Wrong With You? I’ll Chokeslam You Boy, I’ll Rockbottom Your Ass On Folks And Them (On Gd)
And Pat Bev You Bogus As Hell Boy
Get Some Buckets
🎵 END OF LYRICS 🎵

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Frequently Asked Questions

Who sings Fed Up?
The song is performed by Rooga.
Who wrote the lyrics of Fed Up?
The lyrics are written by Rooga.
Who produced the music?
The music is produced by Rooga.
What is the theme of the song?
It focuses on frustration, struggles, and staying strong through challenges.
What language is the song in?
The song is in English.

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