"Fukit" lyrics
Fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), yeah, fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), yeah, fuck it (Yeah)
I just pulled on this bitch, uh, all my diamonds dance
I'm in fashion week, lil' bitch (Oh, woah), out in France
I already said my money twerkin', watch my money dance
Why I keep takin' X? (Why)
Ecstasy, I know it's not the best for me (Yeah)
Her sex for me, I know it's not the best for me (Yeah)
I just went and put the fuckin' top down
You could say that I was down but we up now
Just pulled up on they ass (Yeah), I just brought the gas (Ooh)
Heard that Jeep was Jeeper Creepers, heard there was two hundred on the dash
Bitch pulled up, I gave her the skeeters, call my Uber then I dash (Yeah)
And I like this not at all and I know that for a fact
Yeah, rockin' CDG but it's Homme Plus (Yeah)
Mix the Issey Miyake jeans with the Chrome Hearts, yeah
I ain't sad, just got a cold heart
Fuck it, that's that me against the world part
Fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), yeah, fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), yeah, fuck it (Yeah)
They said, "How you got so rich, how'd you get your pockets mad fatter than my bitch?" (Yeah)
Yeah, I got off my ass, got a bag, don't talk a lot
I just went and bought the new coupe, I don't brag, I boast a lot
Why you pickin' sides with the bitches, then sides with a snitch?
I can't stand the cap, you ain't did the shit you said you did
I had your bitch pull up and get silly, bent over
That pussy so good, got me beatin' over and over
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got some racks on a yacht
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, got some racks, got some thots
Got the Richard Mille baguette and it's wetter than a twat
I ain't try that one time, I ain't give it all I got
Fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), yeah, fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), yeah, fuck it (Yeah)
I just pulled on this bitch, uh, all my diamonds dance
I'm in fashion week, lil' bitch (Oh, woah), out in France
I already said my money twerkin', watch my money dance
Why I keep takin' X?
I said (Yeah), fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), yeah, fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), yeah, fuck it (Yeah)
I just pulled on this bitch, uh, all my diamonds dance
I'm in fashion week, lil' bitch (Oh, woah), out in France
I already said my money twerkin', watch my money dance
Why I keep takin' X? (Why)
Ecstasy, I know it's not the best for me (Yeah)
Her sex for me, I know it's not the best for me (Yeah)
I just went and put the fuckin' top down
You could say that I was down but we up now
Just pulled up on they ass (Yeah), I just brought the gas (Ooh)
Heard that Jeep was Jeeper Creepers, heard there was two hundred on the dash
Bitch pulled up, I gave her the skeeters, call my Uber then I dash (Yeah)
And I like this not at all and I know that for a fact
Yeah, rockin' CDG but it's Homme Plus (Yeah)
Mix the Issey Miyake jeans with the Chrome Hearts, yeah
I ain't sad, just got a cold heart
Fuck it, that's that me against the world part
Fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), yeah, fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), yeah, fuck it (Yeah)
They said, "How you got so rich, how'd you get your pockets mad fatter than my bitch?" (Yeah)
Yeah, I got off my ass, got a bag, don't talk a lot
I just went and bought the new coupe, I don't brag, I boast a lot
Why you pickin' sides with the bitches, then sides with a snitch?
I can't stand the cap, you ain't did the shit you said you did
I had your bitch pull up and get silly, bent over
That pussy so good, got me beatin' over and over
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got some racks on a yacht
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, got some racks, got some thots
Got the Richard Mille baguette and it's wetter than a twat
I ain't try that one time, I ain't give it all I got
Fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), yeah, fuck it (Yeah), uh
I said (Yeah), yeah, fuck it (Yeah)
I just pulled on this bitch, uh, all my diamonds dance
I'm in fashion week, lil' bitch (Oh, woah), out in France
I already said my money twerkin', watch my money dance
Why I keep takin' X?
Writer(s): Noah Olivier Smith, Robert Jurado
