Fuck It!

I pull up like fuck it, running red lights police is what we ducking
Bitch, if you ain't talking money, ain't got no time for discussions
And on that nine you stay clutching, know you're too afraid to bust it
Don't come around me with that fuck shit, we gon fuck up your whole function
I pull up like fuck it, running red lights police is what we ducking
Bitch, if you ain't talking money, ain't got no time for discussions
And on that nine you stay clutching, know you're too afraid to bust it
Don't come around me with that fuck shit, we gon fuck up your whole function

I got Bands on bands on bands on bands (Bands on bands on bands)
Might fuh that bitch, might take a flight to France (Might fly to france)
Designer on my fucking pants, my shit been in high demand
Feature gon cost twenty bands, I'm way too high I'll never land
I got options, chilling in Miami like the dolphins
We gon fuck shit up, fill my lungs with the toxins
Going wild in the moshpit, molly got me nauseous
I think I'm in love with all these pills that I've been popping (Popping popping yeah)
And I know she only wanted my racks
I know she only fuck with me cause I got the cash
(Yea I know)

I pull up like fuck it, running red lights police is what we ducking
Bitch, if you ain't talking money, ain't got no time for discussions
And on that nine you stay clutching, know you're too afraid to bust it
Don't come around me with that fuck shit, we gon fuck up your whole function
I pull up like fuck it, running red lights police is what we ducking
Bitch, if you ain't talking money, ain't got no time for discussions
And on that nine you stay clutching, know you're too afraid to bust it
Don't come around me with that fuck shit, we gon fuck up your whole function



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Writer(s): Ian Boon
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