fukkit! ft. Yungmdot Lyrics

Taking ya girl and I'm baggin dat bitch

Can't fuck wit dat girl and I laugh at dat bitch

And I'm wit my brudda we taggin dat bitch

Upping dat glock have em laggin lil bitch

I'm fucking dat girl den I'm passin da bitch

Pull up wit dat choppa we dump on dat bitch

Walk up in da spot da opps in dis bitch

(I like what I see)

She should be taking me serious I not even laughing

He say he get money I know dat he kappin

Pull up wit a glock and we get this shit clappin

Niggas be talking like nigga what happened

Pull up on ya shawty I'm beating her back in

Run down on dat nigga I know he was lackin

And shawty wanna fuck while she wearin my jacket

I keep Draco we finna wack em

I get dat choppa lil bitch juss be clappin

I keep dat choppa on me keep a magnum

I heard he was dissing but dat nigga lackin

We put dat boy in da dirt, fuck it

we pop dat boy like a perc

Fucking wit me put you onna shirt

I get dat Uzi not talking bout vert

Uh huh

Yeah (umm)

Uh huh (umm)

Yeah yeah

Uh huh

I get dat bag imma flip (yeah)

Bet dat I run up my digits (yeah)

Why is yo bitch trynna kick it (yeah)

Spinning yo block like a fidget (yeah)

Yeah

Grrt

I'm wit my brudda finna run up a bag

Went to the mall and I pop me some tags

Walk in a bank put a M in a bag

She want birkin on dat purse

Put some blood up on his shirt

On da highway speeding turnt

He run up den he get burnt

Bitches da same dats sum I learnt

I ain't got no worry's

Balling like I'm curry

Run up do em dirty

Up on dat glock make a nigga get sturdy

If he run up den my nigga gon murk em

Run den he turn to a turkey

Glock hit his chest den he turn to a birdie

Dat nigga real mad cause I fuck wit his shawty

And I stay wit my bruddas like Matt and Jeff Hardy

Dat nigga run down den I'm upping dat 40

(YEAH)