Fuck It

Gotta go to court tomorrow f**k it

Blew a stack at the mall f**k it

I was supposed to play basketball f**k it

My bitch was cheatin after all f**k it

F**k it f**k it

F**k it f**k it

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F**k it f**k it

Gotta go to court tomorrow

D E A on my dick

Ya'll niggas like flys ya'll be on my shit

Ya'll niggas ain't fly ya'll niggas hoes

Ya'll niggas ain't bros ya'll nigga hoes

Money stacked for your lawyer cause I catch a case

Where the crocadile hunter at

These niggas snakes

Ugh ya'll nigga tried to pack the homies

Ya'll niggas swiss cheese like macaroni

Yeah I gotta go to court tomorrow

But I prolly won't show up

Your bitch say she at home

If I pull up she gon ho up

I pastacio crack your bitch

Then pour up some actavis

F**k the camera I got the glam on me

Two box shorty got the hammer on me

Gotta go to court tomorrow f**k it

Blew a stack at the mall f**k it

I was supposed to play basketball f**k it

My bitch was cheatin after all f**k it

F**k it f**k it

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F**k court f**k the judge f**k the D E A

Pushaz ink bitch we ball like E A

Reem rich yea my pockets on swole nigga

Young and rich I'm addicted to these gold diggers

So much money think we signed with illuminati

Inked up tats all on a nigga body

Geeked up nigga beam me up scottie

That's your bitch nigga

She let us run a trolley

Yeah she wasn't even off the molly

Pushaz ink the label bitch you heard about us

Hit the mall blow a stack then it's back to rap back to rap

Porsches benzo's nigga back to back

Yeah rap don't work then it's back to crack

My nigga mustard on the beat I'm his young attack

Yeah yeah it's a lot of money over here

Them niggas lookin' broke over there

Gotta go to court tomorrow f**k it

Blew a stack at the mall f**k it

I was supposed to play basketball f**k it

My bitch was cheatin after all f**k it

F**k it f**k it

F**k it f**k it

F**k it f**k it

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I get a number 6 from popeye's

I go at stop signs

I got your bitch on a hot line

I drop hits you niggas drop dimes

Yeah just caught another case

I'm nigga my bitch is another race

Ugh I put you in another place

You know what

You niggas better say your grace

Yeah you niggas better say your grace

I'm trying to beat trial like an 808

Like like boom boom boom

My house got room room rooms

Yeah we can smoke weed or we can do shrooms

You nigga droppin' albums too soon

Yeah just got another court date

Like my taxes I was late

Gotta go to court tomorrow f**k it

Blew a stack at the mall f**k it

I was supposed to play basketball f**k it

My bitch was cheatin after all f**k it

F**k it f**k it

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F**k it f**k it