"Fuck It" lyrics
Lil Durk & Icewear Vezzo Lyrics
Turn the beat up a little bit, hmm
Phew, hmm
This ho actin' like she wanna fuck and got rich, I'm like, "Fuck it"
If it's fuck you, I'm like, "Fuck him," I hop out with oven
Fuck it, might all my ice on when I'm out in public
Fuck around and take a nigga bitch and fly her out the country
Hold on, run that shit back real quick
Nah, fuck it, keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it goin'
Phew, hmm
Yeah, go (Smurk, The Voice)
Man, what?
Fuck him, even though I love him, I put somethin' into his funeral (Damn)
You ain't even kill him for real, bro, how you tryna get turned up off a rumor? (How you tryna get turned up off a rumor?)
Yeah, he run fast as hell, just imagine a Hellcat chasin' a puma (Imagine a Hellcat chasin' a boomer)
Man, I know you niggas bitches, say it to me, but don't say it to Boona (Go, go)
See, this death a celebration, you know I know the right way just to do him (Go)
Man, that shit was devastatin', I dropped my cup in front of the lawyer (Go, go)
Think he playin', he gon' cut his band, he fly out with a warrant (Fly out with a warrant)
Can you pass this message to him for me? This ain't what he want (This ain't what he want)
How you miss out what I did for real? You bring up what I don't (Go, go)
You know Jam be serious as hell, that's why I don't be playin' with him on the phone
If I say it one time, you know their ass on go, I'm the one
Even though I ain't vote, I still got a secret passage in the trunk (Let's get it)
My little manic ass be fuckin', I keep a mattress in the trunk (Keep a mattress in the trunk)
And he know I ain't gon' do it for real, but I ask him what he want (Go, go, go)
Sittin' in a new McLaren, I tried to trade it for a Lambo' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I was too embarrassed to kick the cup, I want my last four (Yeah, yeah, I want my last four)
I done broke my back a hundred times for your ass, bro (For your ass, bro)
Tried to do my taxes, I say, "No," 'cause what you scam for? (Let's get it)
You don't be feelin' funny to tell the police all the info? (Let's get it)
CPN'll get you months for free, what you pay rent for? (Go, go, man, what?)
There he go with all that trollin' and whacked while they're on live
Rather turn up at my shows or they got rats at Rolling Loud
Don't try to reach up on this stage, [?] up his strap, blow through the crowd
Said fuck a plea, they gave him ten, bro throwed it back, we go to trial
I would've killed Rico for real for how he movin', I ain't A Boogie
Niggas slime until they're in the police rooms, they turn to Woody
I got somethin' in my hoodie, size as [?], bitch a fully
Can't be playin' with no nigga who got more pape', this shit 'bout money
Made so many packs with my little Relly dad, that's why we sellin' gas
These rappers cap, be out here spreadin' lies, that shit don't never last
I'll never go bad, I see my son like that's my better half
Fuck what the streets said, I seen myself with your little tellin' ass
We be in that field, the only smoke, they're passin' blunts
I had Wraith before the deal, two Rollie busts gon' add it up
This my life for real, them boys ain't trappin' nothin', they're wrappin' nuts
If I call up [?] and tell him it's a go, he maskin' up, nigga (What?)
Go, go, go
Let's get it
I feel like Vezzo in the mornin' when I wanna count it up (Yeah)
Man, I know your ass a fan, I come around, you snap it up (Yeah)
I can't play it off, I wanna take you off, can't dap you up (Man, what?)
Took your life, diss your brother, ask him why he ain't help you up (Go, go)
Phew, hmm
This ho actin' like she wanna fuck and got rich, I'm like, "Fuck it"
If it's fuck you, I'm like, "Fuck him," I hop out with oven
Fuck it, might all my ice on when I'm out in public
Fuck around and take a nigga bitch and fly her out the country
Hold on, run that shit back real quick
Nah, fuck it, keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it goin'
Phew, hmm
Yeah, go (Smurk, The Voice)
Man, what?
Fuck him, even though I love him, I put somethin' into his funeral (Damn)
You ain't even kill him for real, bro, how you tryna get turned up off a rumor? (How you tryna get turned up off a rumor?)
Yeah, he run fast as hell, just imagine a Hellcat chasin' a puma (Imagine a Hellcat chasin' a boomer)
Man, I know you niggas bitches, say it to me, but don't say it to Boona (Go, go)
See, this death a celebration, you know I know the right way just to do him (Go)
Man, that shit was devastatin', I dropped my cup in front of the lawyer (Go, go)
Think he playin', he gon' cut his band, he fly out with a warrant (Fly out with a warrant)
Can you pass this message to him for me? This ain't what he want (This ain't what he want)
How you miss out what I did for real? You bring up what I don't (Go, go)
You know Jam be serious as hell, that's why I don't be playin' with him on the phone
If I say it one time, you know their ass on go, I'm the one
Even though I ain't vote, I still got a secret passage in the trunk (Let's get it)
My little manic ass be fuckin', I keep a mattress in the trunk (Keep a mattress in the trunk)
And he know I ain't gon' do it for real, but I ask him what he want (Go, go, go)
Sittin' in a new McLaren, I tried to trade it for a Lambo' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I was too embarrassed to kick the cup, I want my last four (Yeah, yeah, I want my last four)
I done broke my back a hundred times for your ass, bro (For your ass, bro)
Tried to do my taxes, I say, "No," 'cause what you scam for? (Let's get it)
You don't be feelin' funny to tell the police all the info? (Let's get it)
CPN'll get you months for free, what you pay rent for? (Go, go, man, what?)
There he go with all that trollin' and whacked while they're on live
Rather turn up at my shows or they got rats at Rolling Loud
Don't try to reach up on this stage, [?] up his strap, blow through the crowd
Said fuck a plea, they gave him ten, bro throwed it back, we go to trial
I would've killed Rico for real for how he movin', I ain't A Boogie
Niggas slime until they're in the police rooms, they turn to Woody
I got somethin' in my hoodie, size as [?], bitch a fully
Can't be playin' with no nigga who got more pape', this shit 'bout money
Made so many packs with my little Relly dad, that's why we sellin' gas
These rappers cap, be out here spreadin' lies, that shit don't never last
I'll never go bad, I see my son like that's my better half
Fuck what the streets said, I seen myself with your little tellin' ass
We be in that field, the only smoke, they're passin' blunts
I had Wraith before the deal, two Rollie busts gon' add it up
This my life for real, them boys ain't trappin' nothin', they're wrappin' nuts
If I call up [?] and tell him it's a go, he maskin' up, nigga (What?)
Go, go, go
Let's get it
I feel like Vezzo in the mornin' when I wanna count it up (Yeah)
Man, I know your ass a fan, I come around, you snap it up (Yeah)
I can't play it off, I wanna take you off, can't dap you up (Man, what?)
Took your life, diss your brother, ask him why he ain't help you up (Go, go)
