Paroles Fuck It Up par Destroy Lonely

B*t*h, shut up
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah (I'm in this b*t*h with Clayco)

Yeah, I get that cash in then f**k it up
I send that message right back to her
We get the racks in, that's not enough
I got a strap and that b*t*h is so crazy
That motherf**ker look like it's Pack-a-Punch
I gotta rap, man, this sh*t get so crazy
I gotta get money so I can eat lunch
Yeah, I got a bad b*t*h, back that sh*t up
Yeah, I gotta go, b*t*h, pack my sh*t up
Yeah, if he want smoke, tell that n***a link up
Lil' b*t*h, I'm the big bear, I'm not a cub
I put that codeine right in my cup
I turn a good b*t*h right to a sl*t
Yeah, that f**k n***a tried me, now this sh*t up
Yeah, I like a silent b*t*h, shut up

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (B*t*h, let's go)
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
Yeah, I called a vibe in this b*t*h and I'm high, now I'm stuck
These n***as, they acting like b*t*hes, they p*ssed off, I walk by, I won't dap 'em up
Yeah, these b*t*hes, they acting so different, didn't like me, now they wanna come suck me up
Yeah, I like that real pink drank, lil' n***a, you know that I'm geeked up, kissing the cup
Yeah, I got a real bad b*t*h, lil' n***a, you know that I might go pay for her b***
Yeah, I'm a real young n***a, I'm tripping, I can't stop, gotta go run it up
Yeah, I'm a real young n***a, I'm tripping, not like these n***as, they fake as the f**k
I'm not like these n***as, they faking the funk, I'm not like these n***as, they don't get no funds

Yeah, I get that cash in then f**k it up
I send that message right back to her
We get the racks in, that's not enough
I got a strap and that b*t*h is so crazy
That motherf**ker look like it's Pack-a-Punch
I gotta rap, man, this sh*t get so crazy
I gotta get money so I can eat lunch
Yeah, I got a bad b*t*h, back that sh*t up
Yeah, I gotta go, b*t*h, pack my sh*t up
Yeah, if he want smoke, tell that n***a link up
Lil' b*t*h, I'm the big bear, I'm not a cub
I put that codeine right in my cup
I turn a good b*t*h right to a sl*t
Yeah, that f**k n***a tried me, now this sh*t up
Yeah, I like a silent b*t*h, shut up
My shooter don't go anywhere with no gun
These n***as, they might be the two, not the one
I'm the father, these b*t*h little n***as my son
I'm so gothic, I might shoot this b*t*h up for fun
When I walk through, these b*t*hes be staring, I'm stunning
And my diamonds, they glaring, got these people stunned
I'm on all ten toes, I can't switch up for money
I'm on all ten toes, can't switch up for nothing
Yeah, I can't switch up for nothing
Yeah, I made this sh*t from nothing
Racks, they just keep on coming
Racks, they just keep on coming
Bags, I just keep on smoking bags
My lungs start hurting, yeah
They just keep on hating, damn
That sh*t not working

Yeah, I get that cash in then f**k it up
I send that message right back to her
We get the racks in, that's not enough
I got a strap and that b*t*h is so crazy
That motherf**ker look like it's Pack-a-Punch
I gotta rap, man, this sh*t get so crazy
I gotta get money so I can eat lunch
Yeah, I got a bad b*t*h, back that sh*t up
Yeah, I gotta go, b*t*h, pack my sh*t up
Yeah, if he want smoke, tell that n***a link up
Lil' b*t*h, I'm the big bear, I'm not a cub
I put that codeine right in my cup
I turn a good b*t*h right to a sl*t
Yeah, that f**k n***a tried me, now this sh*t up
Yeah, I like a silent b*t*h, shut up
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh