Fairly f*ck sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Okay, okay
I'm like "Okay, okay"
Ha-ha

[Chorus]
Okay, I got lots of problems, because I got lots of money
I'm on liquor, out my body, come on, baby, let's get rowdy, okay
I'm gon' pull up with this b*tch and she from LA, okay
She put di*k in throat in Phantom, she gon' solve my headache
Joints and fronto leaf, I'm smokin' all my pain away, okay
And I don't f*ck with good girls anymore 'cause they rat a lot all day
Now I don't f*ck that ho' no more, she sure don't know how to show her face
If you can't show me fifty, b*tch, then get the f*ck out my face

[Verse 1]
You know we keep them semi's b*tch, they do not come 'round here playin'
I fill my stomach up with substances and count up these bands
I think I feel it, I think I see their hypotheses
I think they mad as f*ck that I'm this young with shattered wrists

[Refrain]
Like god forbid I f*ck the world the way I keep on poppin' sh*t
Lil' D.R.O or the hottest sh*t, a f*ckin' Prada catalyst
They like, "Kenji got the baddest b*tch" (Okay)
I'm f*ckin' hoes and passin' sh*t
She said she don't think I'm with it but here best friend sucked my di*k, okay (Okay)
[Chorus]
Okay, I got lots of problems, because I got lots of money
I'm on liquor, out my body, come on, baby, let's get rowdy, okay
I'm gon' pull up with this b*tch and she from LA, okay
She put di*k in throat in Phantom, she gon' solve my headache
Joints and fronto leaf, I'm smokin' all my pain away, okay
And I don't f*ck with good girls anymore 'cause they rat a lot all day
Now I don't f*ck that ho' no more, she sure don't know how to show her face
If you can't show me fifty, b*tch, then get the f*ck out my face

[Verse 2]
My ex ho' say I'm so boujee, I'on sip diddy, I'm so picky
I throw f*ck sh*t in the air, like, where's your .30? Let's shoot birdies
It feel like tiny monsters biting on my kidney, my sh*t burning
I'm gon' put this plain and proper, don't f*ck with you, I'm Mr. Crocker
I'm like, "Ha, f*ck sh*t", I see fairly odd f*ck sh*t
Ha, f*ck sh*t, not with the front fraud sh*t
If you a fraud b*tch huh, I'm on my slump a n*gga sh*t
I'm like ner, ner, ner, n*ggas so played out
I could kill these n*ggas without even opening my mouth
She wan' hang, hang, hang, f*cked her, she ain't seen my house

[Refrain]
Like god forbid I f*ck the world the way I keep on poppin' sh*t
Lil' D.R.O or the hottest sh*t, a f*ckin' Prada catalyst
[Chorus]
Okay, I got lots of problems, because I got lots of money
I'm on liquor, out my body, come on, baby, let's get rowdy, okay
I'm gon' pull up with this b*tch and she from LA, okay
She put di*k in throat in Phantom, she gon' solve my headache
Joints and fronto leaf, I'm smokin' all my pain away, okay
And I don't f*ck with good girls anymore 'cause they rat a lot all day
Now I don't f*ck that ho' no more, she sure don't know how to show her face
If you can't show me fifty, b*tch, then get the f*ck out my face