f*ck It Up lyrics

[Intro]
Pull some of that bass out, Bruce

[Chorus: Mike Sherm]
f*ck it up, b*tch, do it on the di*k
Blow her back quick but I never been a trick
I'm in her living room, back-to-back with your b*tch
She only let me hit it 'cause a n*gga got hits (Ron-Ron, do that sh*t)
f*ck it up, b*tch, do it on the di*k
Blow her back quick but I never been a trick
I'm in her living room, back-to-back with your b*tch
She only let me hit it 'cause a n*gga got hits

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I'ma let a b*tch choose, you gon' pick her out (Pick her out)
You gon' put her on your page, I'm gon' dig her out (Dig her out)
You gon' cuddle with the b*tch, I'm finna kick her out (Finna kick her out)
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches, what a n*gga 'bout (That's what a n*gga 'bout)
f*ck it up, b*tch, do it on the di*k (On the di*k)
She only let me hit it 'cause a n*gga got rich ('Cause I'm rich)
I've been sippin' lean like a n*gga got sick (Like I'm sick)
You pull up with yo' homie like that n*gga ain't snitched (Ayy, ayy)
I keep a Glock with a drum, call it Nick Cannon (Drumline)
You gon' let her in your car, I leave the b*tch stranded (Ayy)
I'm a real heartbreaker, leave a b*tch damaged
Like a magic show, I'm finna make a b*tch vanish (A b*tch vanish)
I got commas in my bank like a phone number (Phone number)
She keep calling me, I say she got the wrong number (Ayy)
I got commas in my bank like a phone number (Like a phone number)
She keep calling me, I say she got the wrong number (Wrong number)
[Chorus: Mike Sherm]
f*ck it up, b*tch, do it on the di*k
Blow her back quick but I never been a trick
I'm in her living room, back-to-back with your b*tch
She only let me hit it 'cause a n*gga got hits
f*ck it up, b*tch, do it on the di*k
Blow her back quick but I never been a trick
I'm in her living room, back-to-back with your b*tch
She only let me hit it 'cause a n*gga got hits

[Verse 2: Mike Sherm]
I'm on my bankroll, finna bang it out
Get straight to the f*ckin', we ain't makin' out
Only hit one time, now she ain't allowed
Had to f*ck her in the whip, I can't show the house
Since I gained a couple pounds, I can't chase a b*tch
I'll take a b*tch phone, tryna take a flick
She been plottin' on this di*k, now she make a list
The way I hit it from the back how you make a kid
You heard a n*gga got a bag, what it look like?
Spent sixty on the whip, this the good life
Made ten in a day, it's a good night
No gram lit with no car, they don't live right
Tryna tell me 'bout yo' life, b*tch, shut it up
I'm tryna bust a quick nut just to sum it up
Before I ever hit a b*tch, gotta buckle up
I'll turn a b*tch out, f*ck turnin' up
[Chorus: Mike Sherm]
f*ck it up, b*tch, do it on the di*k
Blow her back quick but I never been a trick
I'm in her living room, back-to-back with your b*tch
She only let me hit it 'cause a n*gga got hits
f*ck it up, b*tch, do it on the di*k
Blow her back quick but I never been a trick
I'm in her living room, back-to-back with your b*tch
She only let me hit it 'cause a n*gga got hits