F**k It

This ho act like she won't fuck it, got rich, I'm like, "Fuck it"

If it's fuck it, I'm like, "Fuck 'em," might hop out with oven

Fuck it, might put all my ice on when I'm out in public

Fuck around and take a **** bitch and fly her out the country

Fuck 'em, even though I love 'em, I put sumn' to his funeral

You ain't even kill him, him for real, bro, how you tryna get turnt up off a rumor?

Yeah, he run fast as hell, just imagine a Hellcat chasin' a Puma

Man, I know you **** bitches, say it to me, but don't say it to Boomin

See, his death a celebration, you know I know the right way just to do 'em

Man, that shit was devastating, I dropped my cup in front of the lawyer

Think he playing, he gon' cut his band, he fly out with a warrant

Can you pass this message to him for me? Dis ain't what he want

How you miss out what I did for real? You bring up what I don't

You know Jam be serious as hell, that's why Ion be playin' with 'em on the phone

If I say it one time, you know they ass on go, I'm the one

Even though I ain't vote, I still got a secret passage in the trunk

My lil' manish ass be fuckin', I keep a mattress in the trunk

And he know I ain't gon' do it for real, but ask him what he want

See the new McLaren, I tried to trade it for a Lambo

I was too embarrassed to kick the cup, I want my last four

I done broke my back a hunnid times for your ass, bro

Tried to do my taxes, I say no 'cause what you scam for?

You don't be feeling funny to tell the police all the info

CPN'll get you months for free, what you pay rent for?

Go with all that trollin', then got whacked while they on live

Rather turn up at my shows, where they got rats at Rolling Loud

Don't try to reach up on that stage, pull you up, this strap blow through the crowd

Say, "Fuck a plea," they gave him ten, bro throwed it back, we go to trial

I would've killed RICO for real if I ain't move, I ain't A Boogie

**** slime until they in them police rooms, they turn to Woody

I got somethin' in my hoodie, size of Dej, bitch a fully

Can't be playin' with no **** who got more paper, dis shit 'bout money

Made so many packs with my lil' relly dad, that's why we selling gas

These rappers cap, be out here spreading lies, that shit don't never last

I'd never go bad, I see my son like, "That's my better half"

Fuck what the streets saying, I seen myself with your lil' tellin' ass

We be in that field, the only smoke they pass is blunts

I had right before the deal, two Rollie buss, go add it up

This my life for real, them boys ain't trappin' nothing, they rapping us

If I call up Wuk and tell 'em it's a go, he maskin' up, ****

I throw on Vezzo in the morning when I wanna count it up

Man, I know you ass a fan, I come around, you snap it up

I can't play it off, I want to take you off, can't dap you up

Took your life, this your brother, ask him why he ain't help you up