Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Proph
Vocals
J.Lbs
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Proph
Lyrics
J.Lbs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.Lbs
Producer
Bronson Powell
Mixing Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yo, yo, yo
[Chorus]
Fuck it up
Yo, yo, yo, yo
'Cause I fuck it up
Uh
Fuck it up
Up in here now
Fuck with me
**** up in here
Must be drunk
Real ****, right
Tell a bitch, "Please hit me when I'm up"
Yo, one time
**** up in here
Fuck it up
One time
'Cause I fuck it up
Fuck it up
One time, two times
Fuck with me
Must be drunk
Three times
Tell a bitch, "Please hit me when I'm up"
One time, one time, yo, yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
I'm too far gone for your Instagram, ho
Got the seven on my back
That's why these **** that rap all treat me like Cristiano
Yo, yo, yo
Fuck with me, you gotta kiss the famo
Fashion week, I'm with the set, too up next to go pick my bitch, Milano
For real
Thank God for my cloth, I escaped death
In this Nike tech, trackies all hanging on by a thread, huh
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
Tatted one get something up off her chest
I get under her skin but all my confessions fuck up her head
I'm the chosen one, just like I told you
Like I'm supposed to
Told my pagan bitch, "Grab on this BBC"
Saying I'm going clear, to me, is just old news
Ironic how I cater to **** that sold food
Red carpets on bleed when PR roll through
That's real
Still it's no promotion
The baby coming like a freight train
That's one of two reasons, can't show my loc a motive
Oh, what a life
Rap, bitches and the coldest of sprites
Yo
You front on P, then I would soley advise
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
[Chorus]
You fuck it up
Aye, yo, yo
Fuck it up
'Cause I fuck it up
Aye
Fuck it up
Aye
Fuck with me
One time
Must be drunk
One time
Tell a bitch, "Please hit me when I'm up"
Yo, one time for ya
Fuck it up
Aye, yo, yo
Fuck it up
'Cause I fuck it up
Aye, uh, uh
Fuck it up
Aye, uh, uh
Fuck with me
One time
Must be drunk
One time
Tell a bitch, "Please hit me when I'm up"
Yo, one time for ya
[Verse 2]
Okay, I know **** who spud me but pray I'm cursed
That want me in the grave to see if I'm really that down to earth
Yo, yo, yo
It's politic drive-bys when you flying church
Sometimes I wanna hear why she love everything 'bout her purse
Maybe it's for my ego
Used to rock up in Chinos
Baby think I'm Latino
She screaming, "Hola, Hovito"
Mijo, I'm muchas frio
Aye
I'll only sign with the CO
Uh, aye
Hundred Milli or see all my killy outside your keyhole
One month I'm out here studio trapping
But my killy in the studio, trapping
Real
So If you're swinging better, chose a racket
Manifested now, I'm too attractive
All this back and forth with foreign promoters, I need a newer mattress
She hit me up, she sending few attachments
You thought it'd happen
But I knew it'd happen
Swear
I'm the junior in most eyes
The south of this river, I found a gold mine
Me and them 95's gave your bitch my soul ties
[Chorus]
I fucked it up
Aye, yo, yo
Fuck it up
Aw, what
'Cause I fuck it up
Aye, uh, uh
Fuck it up
Aye, uh, uh
Fuck with me
One time
Must be drunk
One time
Tell a bitch, "Please hit me when I'm up"
Yo, one time for ya
Fuck it up
Aye, yo, yo
Fuck it up
Uh, what?
'Cause I fuck it up
Aye, uh, uh
Fuck it up
Aye, uh, uh
Fuck with me
One time
Must be drunk
One time
Tell a bitch, "Please hit me when I'm up"
Uh, one time for ya, still ya
[Outro]
If you a Southside ****, fuck it up
You a East side ****, fuck it up
All my North side ****, fuck it up
All my West side ****, fuck it up
If you a ten-ten shorty, fuck it up
All my bitches in the club, fuck it up
Fuck it, uh, uh-huh, uh, okay, yeah-yeah, uh, yeah-yeah-yeah, uh, uh
Yo, yo, yo
Written by: J.Lbs, Proph
