F**k It

Like, fuck it though, you can say whatever you Want
It's just Gwaupo from the trenches, nigga can't Never put up a front
I'm the type to fuck hoes and kick them out, I'm Really blunt
Why these niggas act like they killers, bro? They Out here pullin' stunts

Gotta get them drummers, bro, we just need like a Hundred those
Off a pill, I'm faded though, blunts, I be facing ' Though
Had to drop this verse, I had to fuck a hoe
That's in my DMs, she sending ass pics on I-Message

She really want me to see them I'm not, these Rappers don't compare
Bro, I'm different and I'm rare, denim sweatsuit For the tear
Closet throwing' fits just like a baby from Whatever I just wear
Location, just know I'm there, blunt, sparked' in The air

Don't give no fucks and I don't care
Yeah, I'm like, fuck it though
I'm like, fuck it though
Nigga, I'm like, fuck it though

Yeah, I'm like, fuck it though
Yeah, I'm like, fuck it though
This shit ain't really nothin' though
Nigga, I'm like, fuck it though

Nigga, I'm like, fuck it though
Yeah, fuck it
Yeah, fuck it
I'm like, fuck it though

This shit ain't nothin' though
I'm like, fuck it though, you can say whatever you Want
Its Just Gwaupo from the trenches, nigga, can't Never put up a front
I'm the type to fuck hoes and kick them out, I'm Really blunt

Why these niggas act like they killers, bro
They out here pullin' stunts, gotta get them Drummers', bro We just need like hundred those
Off a pill, I'm faded though

Blunts, I be facin' those
Had to drop this verse, had to fuck hoe that's, In DMs
She sending ass pics on iMessage, she really want Me to see them



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Writer(s): Traven Bryant
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