F**k It Up
Don't let them say that you cannot
Trust yourself, shut the fuck up
I mean
Don't give up, don't be sick of it, yeah
Make you proud, make you savage
I mean
Hit that bitch
Win that shit if he persists
Ganja man I am, Imma let da brain breathe
Fix your wig, and throw that shit up
Keep smiling
Calling 911, yes I'm guilty
I'm about to fuck it up
I'm about to
I'm about to fuck it up
I'm about to
I'm about to
Don't you feel ashamed killing a beautiful soul
Pray for you my patience is a fucking old slut
Coming to the end, telling my momma I'm proud
Revenge isn't the solution but you fucking killed me
Bitch let me unpack my bag, I'm tired of hiding. It's my turn to party
I don't need to regret, I don't need to feel bad
Yes already did that, life a fucking mafia
Wait and see it coming
I'm about to fuck it up
I'm about to
I'm about to fuck it up
I'm about to
I'm about to
I'm about to kill my killer
God forgive me, I ain't sorry
Calling 911, I'm guilty
Yes I put da gun on his head sir
Then I pushed the trigger
Bam, bam, bam, dead!
Don't let them say that you cannot
Trust yourself, shut the fuck up
I mean
Don't give up, don't be sick of it, yeah
Make you proud, make you savage
I mean
Hit da bitch, win da shit if he persists
Ganja man I am, Imma let da brain breathe
Fix your wig, and Throw that shit up
Keep smiling
Calling 911, yes I'm guilty
I'm about to fuck it up
I'm about to
I'm about to fuck it up
I'm about to
I'm about to
Trust yourself, shut the fuck up
I mean
Don't give up, don't be sick of it, yeah
Make you proud, make you savage
I mean
Hit that bitch
Win that shit if he persists
Ganja man I am, Imma let da brain breathe
Fix your wig, and throw that shit up
Keep smiling
Calling 911, yes I'm guilty
I'm about to fuck it up
I'm about to
I'm about to fuck it up
I'm about to
I'm about to
Don't you feel ashamed killing a beautiful soul
Pray for you my patience is a fucking old slut
Coming to the end, telling my momma I'm proud
Revenge isn't the solution but you fucking killed me
Bitch let me unpack my bag, I'm tired of hiding. It's my turn to party
I don't need to regret, I don't need to feel bad
Yes already did that, life a fucking mafia
Wait and see it coming
I'm about to fuck it up
I'm about to
I'm about to fuck it up
I'm about to
I'm about to
I'm about to kill my killer
God forgive me, I ain't sorry
Calling 911, I'm guilty
Yes I put da gun on his head sir
Then I pushed the trigger
Bam, bam, bam, dead!
Don't let them say that you cannot
Trust yourself, shut the fuck up
I mean
Don't give up, don't be sick of it, yeah
Make you proud, make you savage
I mean
Hit da bitch, win da shit if he persists
Ganja man I am, Imma let da brain breathe
Fix your wig, and Throw that shit up
Keep smiling
Calling 911, yes I'm guilty
I'm about to fuck it up
I'm about to
I'm about to fuck it up
I'm about to
I'm about to
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Writer(s): Portrait Dylane Davy
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