"Fuck It" lyrics
Grieves, Mouse Powell & Dan E.T. Lyrics
[Grieves:]
In cloud city, I'm known:
The floor-spitter, the go-getter, the dome-splitter
The "Fuck around and get your name up in that obitu' "
Full sending, he cold sending the whole pension
Double down, make it back twice, as I full-mentioned
(oh shit!)
Put your glass up
20 year parlays burning like the clatt wood
Cheap ham, started smoking like a backwood
Double down, Double down, Double down
That's good
Man I round it up, back to back
They ain't really fucking with you after that
If you gotta run, go ask your dad
This beat had it coming, so I whooped that, ass!
Name up on the titty, don't smudge it
I got the crowd jumping when the subs hit
Yeah, that's real finger up on some drunk shit
Couldn't write a hook so here's a trumpet, fuck it
Man fuck it
Man fuck it
Man fuck it
[Mouse Powell:]
I heard your stepdad still rock braces
Your momma got a thing for them corridor bracelets
I kinda wanna swing, but the thing with my taste is
If she ain't gon' bring nothin', I ain't gonna chase it (Hell nah!)
It's a, ostentatious, borderline tasteless
Blueface hunter bundle up in my case, swiss
Rooftop helicopter help me escape this
I want it to bad I can taste it; the basics
It's your car on cinderblocks
Spark off the cinderbox
Half court, center shot
Backyard boxing
Dropkick the splinter top
Cowabunga, awesome
Without further ado
Before the crew get assertive like a murderer do
Shit, don't make me take it further than you
Cause I ain't tryna get no dirt on my shoe
Fuck it
[Grieves:]
Man fuck it
Man fuck it
Man fuck it
In cloud city, I'm known:
The floor-spitter, the go-getter, the dome-splitter
The "Fuck around and get your name up in that obitu' "
Full sending, he cold sending the whole pension
Double down, make it back twice, as I full-mentioned
(oh shit!)
Put your glass up
20 year parlays burning like the clatt wood
Cheap ham, started smoking like a backwood
Double down, Double down, Double down
That's good
Man I round it up, back to back
They ain't really fucking with you after that
If you gotta run, go ask your dad
This beat had it coming, so I whooped that, ass!
Name up on the titty, don't smudge it
I got the crowd jumping when the subs hit
Yeah, that's real finger up on some drunk shit
Couldn't write a hook so here's a trumpet, fuck it
Man fuck it
Man fuck it
Man fuck it
[Mouse Powell:]
I heard your stepdad still rock braces
Your momma got a thing for them corridor bracelets
I kinda wanna swing, but the thing with my taste is
If she ain't gon' bring nothin', I ain't gonna chase it (Hell nah!)
It's a, ostentatious, borderline tasteless
Blueface hunter bundle up in my case, swiss
Rooftop helicopter help me escape this
I want it to bad I can taste it; the basics
It's your car on cinderblocks
Spark off the cinderbox
Half court, center shot
Backyard boxing
Dropkick the splinter top
Cowabunga, awesome
Without further ado
Before the crew get assertive like a murderer do
Shit, don't make me take it further than you
Cause I ain't tryna get no dirt on my shoe
Fuck it
[Grieves:]
Man fuck it
Man fuck it
Man fuck it
