Said f*ck It lyrics

[Intro]
Aw, they gon' be mad about this one, boys
Oh well, it'll be alright

[Verse 1]
f*ck award shows, f*ck the radio
And the new up-and-comer and his female clothes
With his glitter on his face and his prewritten songs
He ain't from 'round here and neither is his boss
f*ck the guy in the office with his Jheri curl
And his hands super soft like a teenage girl
f*ck social media and them long hashtags
With your b*tch-made album cover lookin' like a, heh
Yeah, I said the word "f*ck" in a song on the charts
Prolly breakin' beta male achy breaky hearts
With their mocha lattes and sparkly blue scarfs
Sittin' in the room tryna f*ckin' talk like us

[Chorus]
If country music was a rooster
You prolly wouldn't know it don't lay eggs
If country music was a set of game c*ck gaffs
You'd prolly get stabbed in the hand
If country music was baby chickens in the thicket
Would you have corn dust covered on your britches?
I am to country like rooster feed to a bucket
Just cluckin', tellin' y'all f*ck it
Yeah, f*ck it
[Verse 2]
So by now, you probably figured it out
Mainstream p*ssed me off and made me have a dirty mouth
But on the flip side, here's a little known fact
I was born in Music City, still get no slack
I got country songs tippin' a hundred million
Get played at every mud park across Dixie
Not to mention female singers wanna come and frisk me
Especially when we're stoned in my F-150

[Chorus]
If country music was a rooster
You prolly wouldn't know it don't lay eggs
If country music was a set of game c*ck gaffs
You'd prolly get stabbed in the hand
If country music was baby chickens in the thicket
Would you have corn dust covered on your britches?
I am to country like rooster feed to a bucket
Just cluckin', tellin' y'all f*ck it

[Bridge]
This part of the song is called the bridge
And I'm 'bout to burn it down
And make aware these sissy-ass big wigs
Can stop f*ckin' up my hometown
And I don't wanna hear that we ain't good enough
Or the radio ain't got room
b*tch, I get the same spins on my Spotify list
As your newest and hottest do
[Chorus]
'Cause if country music was a rooster
I'd prolly be a big Cuban dong
If country music was a six c*ck derby in Kentucky
Be the last one standin' tall
If country music was a walk string and barrel
I'd break loose and strut the yard
'Cause we are to country like rooster feed to a bucket
And we like songs that say f*ck it
Yeah, f*ck it, woo