Fuck It (feat. Jackboy) (Explicit)

**** It(feat. Jackboy) (Explicit) - YFN Lucci/Jackboy

Lyrics by：Anthony Phillips/Pierre Delince/Rayshawn Bennett

I love you consent

Uh uh uh ant Chamberlain that's a hundred points

Yeah yeah you know you know you know

Money power respect n***a money and murder n***a

Money and murder n***a

S**t we live by

S**t we live by

S**t we live by

S**t we live by

Uh

Ayy all that biting that you doin'

How you ain't got rabies got rabies

That lil' b***h want all my time but I ain't no AP

But I ain't no AP

Told my girl I'ma make her

Love me more than she hate me

More than she hate me

Told lil' bruh that n***a gossip like a lady

Uh I feel like f**k it

Uh I feel like f**k it huh

Wreck me another Benz I feel like f**k it

Uh I feel like f**k it huh

She mad 'cause I hit her friend

I like f**k it

I like f**k it

And he mad 'cause I got in

And I'm like f**k I'm like f**k it yeah

I don't be sayin' slime but

I like my p***y slimy yeah

I ain't got time to wrestle so

I snuck the shine in

And if it ain't 'bout no got for

Then don't waste my time then

She told her lil' friend

That we was sixty nining look

I go get them racks you already know that

Know that know that look

Don't talk to me about no lick if you wasn't on that

On that on that

On the phone with Jackboy free Lil Kodak uh

Ayy you ain't heard

They jacked boy for his rollie rollie rollie look

And they took his s**t but

He gon' say they stole it huh

How you sellin' nicks but poppin' like you rollin' rollin'

One thing I can't do is let a n***a owe me

Another thing I can't do is let a ho control me

Look I can't get my hands dirty

I'm fancy and I'm rich now

I will put them bands all on your head

Yeah I send hits now

I was all on stage in Arkansas

And had that b***h out uh

And it had a long stick in it

Lettin' it stick out

I can't go nowhere without my pole yeah I'm lit now

Uh I was at the fight front row

Yeah I'm big dawg look

And no n***a if you ask a n***a

I ain't tellin' you what my s**t cost

B***h askin' what floor we on b***h

You know we penthouse

If that b***h can't keep my

Blunts rolled she gettin' kicked out

B***h just used to keep them blunts rolled shawty lit now

Hold up a quick second Lucci

Let me pop my s**t now

Sixty on my mouthpiece

I be flossin' when I flaunt now

Baby this Moncler no we are not drippin' in Lacoste now

Pullin' up McLaren lil' b***h

Better believe I got my top down

I don't do no burglary

I specialize in kick doors

40 with a dick my s**t be bustin' more than nymphos

Crack up in my pot my trap be jumpin' like a kangaroo

I don't love no thot won't buy them rocks

Ho you get switcharoo'd

Diamond got me shinin' got him

Sneakin' looks like peekaboo

I was way in VA tryna hit a lick with whoopty whoop

We was jackin' cars doin' fraud that's just how we mob

Heard that from afar run up on me get say

It's a get

I don't need a job I broke

The knob I ran up six figures

My flow just hittin' licks

Yeah it's hot yeah I caught fever

I go get them racks you already know that

Know that know that look

Don't talk to me about no lick if you wasn't on that

On that

On the phone with Jackboy free Lil Kodak uh

Ayy you ain't heard

They jacked boy for his rollie rollie rollie look

And they took his s**t but

He gon' say they stole it huh

How you sellin' nicks but poppin' like you rollin' rollin'

One thing I can't do is let a n***a owe me

Another thing I can't do is let a ho control me

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