Fuck It Up
Carby
Ha, ha, yeah
You know, and it's like, the Big Steppa the well known flexa
It's The Plug Daughter aka Takara Lee
Ah, okay, stop playing pussy (Lights out, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, ha, grrt, baow
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye, aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up
Bending it over and throwing it back
Busting it open, might throw her a stack
Standing ovation when she make it clap
Respect to the strippers that stay in the trap
Whistle, whistle, while you twerk something
Counting money 'til your thumbs hurting
Ain't getting money, you ain't on nothing
Ex nigga asking, can he hold something?
I keep niggas guessing
They asking questions
Is she a rapper, a singer, or dancer?
I'm with the big stepper
Running red lights in a Tesla
Takara, she giving out pressure
Shake too hard, you might break something
If I'm coming out, bet the gang coming
You said you don't like me, don't change nothing
Ah, you want to switch up 'cause the fame coming
Yeezy stepping on a bummy day
I want it, I get it, ain't gotta wait
Toosii told me, she said, "Periodt"
But she ain't end it, that hoe had a lot to say
Don't internet beef, you ain't 'bout nothing
If you ain't throwing hands, why yo' mouth running?
You drop yo' location, the gang pulling up
We gon' run in yo' house
We gon' start bussing
And we gon'
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye, aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye, aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up
I get the bag and I fuck it up
Fuck around, put a bag on a 'opp's head
I was out skipping classes, nigga won't passing the skipper
But nigga I got lead
Smart bitches be throwin' that ass
Imma catch it, I ain't gotta' ask if she got head
Yeah, and I tell her
"Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up"
Me and shorty like Bonnie and Clyde
I know she gon' ride, it's something, I slide
Freak bitch be throwin' that ass while she suckin' my dick
And she grippin' that iron
I'm like Future, my bitch in a AP bust down
I don't give a fuck about the time
And her daddy a gang member
She be wipin' her nose so shorty a slime
Uh, when she throw that ass back
She be makin' it clap, make it clap for a real nigga
Shorty got a bad attitude but I fuck wit' her
That's the reason I deal wit' her
When I hit from the back
I ain't cuttin' no slack when I nut, I'll prolly be still be in her
Ah yea, and she ain't no doughnut
But that ass 'round and she like when I'm fillin' her, yea
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye, aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye, aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Ha, ha, yeah
You know, and it's like, the Big Steppa the well known flexa
It's The Plug Daughter aka Takara Lee
Ah, okay, stop playing pussy (Lights out, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, ha, grrt, baow
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye, aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up
Bending it over and throwing it back
Busting it open, might throw her a stack
Standing ovation when she make it clap
Respect to the strippers that stay in the trap
Whistle, whistle, while you twerk something
Counting money 'til your thumbs hurting
Ain't getting money, you ain't on nothing
Ex nigga asking, can he hold something?
I keep niggas guessing
They asking questions
Is she a rapper, a singer, or dancer?
I'm with the big stepper
Running red lights in a Tesla
Takara, she giving out pressure
Shake too hard, you might break something
If I'm coming out, bet the gang coming
You said you don't like me, don't change nothing
Ah, you want to switch up 'cause the fame coming
Yeezy stepping on a bummy day
I want it, I get it, ain't gotta wait
Toosii told me, she said, "Periodt"
But she ain't end it, that hoe had a lot to say
Don't internet beef, you ain't 'bout nothing
If you ain't throwing hands, why yo' mouth running?
You drop yo' location, the gang pulling up
We gon' run in yo' house
We gon' start bussing
And we gon'
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye, aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye, aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up
I get the bag and I fuck it up
Fuck around, put a bag on a 'opp's head
I was out skipping classes, nigga won't passing the skipper
But nigga I got lead
Smart bitches be throwin' that ass
Imma catch it, I ain't gotta' ask if she got head
Yeah, and I tell her
"Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up"
Me and shorty like Bonnie and Clyde
I know she gon' ride, it's something, I slide
Freak bitch be throwin' that ass while she suckin' my dick
And she grippin' that iron
I'm like Future, my bitch in a AP bust down
I don't give a fuck about the time
And her daddy a gang member
She be wipin' her nose so shorty a slime
Uh, when she throw that ass back
She be makin' it clap, make it clap for a real nigga
Shorty got a bad attitude but I fuck wit' her
That's the reason I deal wit' her
When I hit from the back
I ain't cuttin' no slack when I nut, I'll prolly be still be in her
Ah yea, and she ain't no doughnut
But that ass 'round and she like when I'm fillin' her, yea
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye, aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye, aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Fuck it up (aye)
Credits
Writer(s): Naujour Grainger, Shaquan Alston, Gavin Troy Sr Grant, Nia-imani Nabawi Henderson, Max Out Mob
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