f*ck It Up lyrics

[Intro:]
(30 On The Beat)

[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
I'm gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
You gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
We gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
They gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it

I'm gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
You gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
We gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
They gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it up
(Dash)

[Verse 1: Yung Dash]
I'm living in my future, the present is my past
My presence is a present, so you can kiss my ass
I'm gon' f*ck it up, I don't give no f*cks
Go hard like Flocka, I'ma f*ck it up

Uh, you hollerin' insane, you gonna lose your brain
I'm fresh to death, like Listerine
You'll lose your step, a Knight is who'll be
Ballin' number one, guess who that be
I'm ballin' to the left Ginobli
Twenty-four on his chest, no Kobe
Throw it up, smash LB
You could run it, run it like CB

Got 30 On The Beat, always with the heat
He gon' f*ck it up, cause we don't give no f*cks
Got your main b*tch, yea she in the club
Watching the team, cause we don't give no f*cks

[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
I'm gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
You gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
We gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
They gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it

I'm gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
You gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
We gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
They gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it up

[Verse 2: Chiefy]
f*ck it...all my n*ggas wit it (gang)
Coolin in the kitchen, 4 door car n*gga, let's get it (whip)
Hell yea I spent it, nah n*gga, it's not rented (nope)
All clothes authentic, big crowd, no mannequin
One of one, I'm still standing, in the middle (yea)
Your n*gga's money all crinkled (yea)
Gas pack and the strip club, and I'm spending racks
Pipe game gave her a heart attack
Flea-flicker, she threw it back

I got the cargo, (whoo) Wells Fargo (whoo)
Your old n*gga a retardo (stupid)
Peep the line, I'm soaring
In the post n*gga, I'm scoring (yea)

Got your b*tch, yea she touring
She f*cking, she sucking
Your old n*gga, he stuntin', bases loaded, you buntin'
Your old b*tch, she dubbin', yea my n*gga bout to sub in (gang)

[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
I'm gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
You gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
We gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
They gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it

I'm gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
You gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
We gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
They gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it up
[Verse 3: J-Band$]
JB in this b*tch, I gotta f*ck it up (skrt skrt)
Ten toes down, with that Glock tucked (brrrrt)
When I reach my first mill, I'ma cop a Bentley truck (it's only right)
Gave his ass like ten shots, they had to stitch him up (dummy)

He a goofy, nah I left his ass like Donald Duck (dam dam dam dam)
But that last n*gga, he got zipped up
Ambulance came, had to pick him up
I ain't chasing after sh*t, but a f*ckin' buck (gang)

But I may chase after your b*tch, if she in f*cking luck
Cause all I'm tryna do, is bust a f*cking nut (yea)
So, I'ma see how she sucks
If it's nice, best believe I'ma get all in her guts (yea I am)
So I'm gon' f*ck it up

[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
I'm gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
You gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
We gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
They gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it

I'm gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
You gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
We gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it
They gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up f*ck it up