Fuck It (feat. Jackboy)

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I love you, Consent
 Uh, uh, uh (Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
 Yeah, you know
 Money, power, respect, nigga, money and murder, nigga
 Shit we live by
 Uh
 Ay, all that biting that you doin', how you ain't got rabies?
 That lil' bitch want all my time, but I ain't no AP
 Told my girl I'ma make her love me more than she hate me
 Told lil' bruh that nigga gossip like a lady
 Uh, I feel like fuck it, huh
 Wreck me another Benz, I feel like fuck it, huh
 She mad 'cause I hit her friend, and I'm like, "Fuck it"
 And he mad 'cause I got in and I'm like, "Fuck it", yeah
 I don't be sayin' slime, but I like my pussy slimy, yeah
 I ain't got time to wrestle, so I snuck the shine in
 And if it ain't 'bout no gaffle, then don't waste my time then
 She told her lil' friend that we was sixty-ninin', look
 I go get them racks, you already know that, look
 Don't talk to me about no lick if you wasn't on that
 On the phone with Jackboy, free Lil Kodak, uh
 Ay, you ain't heard they jacked boy for his Rollie, look
 And they took his shit, but he gon' say they stole it, huh
 How you sellin' nicks, but poppin' like you rollin'?
 One thing I can't do is let a nigga owe me
 Another thing I can't do is let a hoe control me
 Look, I can't get my hands dirty, I'm fancy and I'm rich now
 I will put them bands all on your head, yeah, I send hits now
 I was all on stage in Arkansas and had that bitch out (Uh)
 And it had a long stick in it, lettin' it stick out
 I can't go nowhere without my pole, yeah, I'm lit now (Uh)
 I was at the fight front row, yeah, I'm big dawg (Look)
 Ain't no need for you askin' nigga
 I ain't tellin' you what my shit cost
 Bitch askin' what floor we on, bitch, you know we penthouse
 If that bitch can't keep my blunts rolled, she gettin' kicked out
 Bitch just used to keep them blunts rolled, shawty lit now
 Hold up a quick second, Lucci, let me pop my shit now
 60 on my mouthpiece, I be flossin' when I flaunt now
 Baby, this Moncler, no we are not drippin' in Lacoste now
 Pullin' up McLaren, lil' bitch better believe I got my top down
 I don't do no burglary, I specialize in kick doors
 40 with a dick, my shit be bustin' more than nymphos
 Crack up in my pot, my trap be jumpin' like a kangaroo
 I don't love no thot, won't buy them rocks, hoe, you get switcharoo'd
 Diamond got me shinin', got him sneakin' looks like peekaboo
 I was way in VA tryna hit a lick with whoopty-whoop
 We was jackin' cars, doin' fraud, that's just how we mob
 Heard that from a far, run up on me, get fit in cigar
 I don't need a job, I broke the knob, I ran up six figures
 My flow just hittin' licks, yeah, it's hot, yeah, I caught fever
 I go get them racks, you already know that, look
 Don't talk to me about no lick if you wasn't on that
 On the phone with Jackboy, free Lil Kodak, uh
 Ay, you ain't heard they jacked boy for his Rollie, look
 And they took his shit, but he gon' say they stole it, huh
 How you sellin' nicks, but poppin' like you rollin'?
 One thing I can't do is let a nigga owe me
 Another thing I can't do is let a hoe control me
 

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Duration
03:18
Key
4
Tempo
77 BPM

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