Chicago drill doesn’t pull punches, and Rooga just reminded everyone why. Dropping “Fed Up” feels like the boiling point of built-up frustrations spilling over, with bars aimed straight at Fivio Foreign, Q50, and a few others who crossed lines in his eyes. It’s raw, unfiltered confrontation rooted in gang ties, street cred, and industry gripes that have been simmering for a while. Fans are already tearing through Rooga Fed Up lyrics to catch every jab, and the track’s landing like a direct hit in the ongoing cross-city tensions.
Lyrics of Fed Up by Rooga
[Intro]
You Already Know How This Shit Go
Don’t Touch Me, Don’t Even Look At Me
Matter Fact, Back The F**k Up
[Verse]
Who The F**k Is Fivio Foreign?
Don’t Make Us Pull Up On The Side And F**k Up Fivio Foreign
Catch Him Bright And Early, We Gone F**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 Nigga
You Just A Drunk That Smoke Black ‘n Milds And Drink Cheap Liquor
Your Girl Said She Checked Your Porn History And Seen Niggas
Nigga 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 F**k The Done Put In Your Hennessy (Extra Fried)
I Don’t Know What The F**k 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 Shit You Lyin’ On Your Mother For Will Get You Pops Smoked
You A Pu**y 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 Shit We Influenced (The Raq)
The Difference Is You Just Rapped Bout Some Shit 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 Beefin’ 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 F**k You Get That Demon Time Chain Took? (What The F**k)
With A Name Like “Demon Time”, Tell Me How That Look
And Every Time I Seen You Nigga You Was Looking Shook
And When We Was Face To Face I Shoulda Hit You With A Hook, You B**ch Nigga
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 F**kin’ Life Say Some
Stupid Shit Like “Rooga Ducked A Mother F**king Fight” (Right)
And Don’t You Ever In Your Mother F**kin’ Life Think That
We Was Finna Fight, That Woulda Been The Day You Died
My Niggas Blood And They Hounds, I Get That Q They Sendin’ 50
Mention Duck? Niggas Will Pop Out Like Magicians Shit’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 Shit 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 Nigga End Up Dead You Can’t Call It Beef
Tread Lightly Before All Your Friends Be Dead Like Uzi Vert
Niggas Think They Crashouts, Til’ They Crashing In A Hearse
All You Niggas Gettin’ 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 Niggas
G Herbo Said He Gdk But Let A Nigga Throw Up Gd And Walked Past A Nigga
And I Ain’t Saying You Gotta React To Every Action Nigga
But You Startin’ To Look Like An Action Figure (A Actor Nigga)
And Recklezz I’m Still Whooping Your Ass I Ain’t Forgot About You
You In The Same Boat As Fivie ’cause I’m Hittin’ 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 F**k)
You Got Defense But Your Shot, You Can’t Make 2 (Trash)
Nigga 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 F**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
About “Fed Up by Rooga”
Rooga comes swinging with no filter, turning personal insults and gang affiliations into weapons that cut deep and linger.
The song’s theme is pure payback: questioning authenticity, calling out perceived fakeness in New York’s drill scene, and defending Chicago’s legacy. The mood stays aggressive and relentless, classic drill energy where every line feels like a threat wrapped in clever wordplay. Production keeps it stripped-back and hard-hitting, letting the vocals carry the weight—think heavy 808s and sparse melodies that amplify the menace without distraction. It’s that South Side grit shining through, no gloss, just straight venom.
This standalone diss track dropped January 31, 2026, complete with an official music video that hit YouTube and started circulating fast. No album tie-in here; it’s independent heat straight from Rooga’s camp, building on recent interviews and beef sparks—especially after Fivio’s comments on platforms like DJ Akademiks that apparently lit the fuse. The video’s raw visuals match the lyrics’ intensity, and views are climbing quick as reactions pour in across socials.
Rooga, born Denzel Charles and tied deep to Chicago’s Gangster Disciples scene, has always balanced street roots with sharp lyricism. He’s gained respect through tracks honoring family like his late cousin FBG Duck, while staying active in the drill wave that put the city on the map.
At this stage, “Fed Up” shows him leaning harder into that diss tradition, proving he’s not afraid to name names and defend his side. It fits right into his catalog as a reminder of why he’s built a loyal following—authenticity over trends, even when it stirs up chaos.
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