f*cked It Up lyrics

[Intro]
(ok is the hardest)
Yeah
(I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Uh, yeah
We just f*cked another whip up (Yeah, what?)
Yeah, SRT, no they cannot get us
Hop out hella hoes, yeah they f*ckin' with us (Uh-huh, yeah)
Helmut Lang jeans, these sh*ts don't f*ckin' zip up (Helmut Lang)
Yeah, spent a couple racks on some pints (Bee)
Let me know where you at, I'll get you right (You at, bee)
I been slidin' in all black, at night (Slidin', slidin')
Me and my slime takin' risks, that's right

[Verse 1]
Double cup my sh*t up with the mud, need it twice (Mud, yеah)
Chain flood (Uh-huh, flood), diamonds ice (Bling, what?)
When I shop, yeah (Yеah), tax the price (Yeah-yeah)
Foreign model (Uh-huh, foreign), stay the night (Stay the night)
Yeah we got them shots, I'm like "Who just popped some rock?"
In the club I got my Glock (My Glock), and my team gon' make sh*t hot (Huh)
I'm in New York with the thots (New York), no I don't Milly Rock (Nope)
Shake some, you get shot (Uh-huh)
Shake some, you get shot (Wassup? Yeah)
Geeked up ho, keep your pants on
Geeked up, in the function, they playin' my damn song (Bee)
(Walk), up p*ssed off, I drop bands on some pants
I done drop some f*ckin' bands on some more bands, uh, turn up
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah
We just f*cked another whip up (I swear to God)
Yeah, SRT, no they cannot get us (We gon' be okay)
Hop out hella hoes, yeah they f*ckin' with us (Uh-huh, yeah)
Helmut Lang jeans, these sh*ts don't f*ckin' zip up (Helmut Lang)
Yeah, spent a couple racks on some pints (Bee)
Let me know where you at, I'll get you right (You at, bee)
I been slidin' in all black, at night (Slidin', slidin')
Me and my slime takin' risks, that's right (Let's go)

[Verse 2]
Foreign model bit' (Yeah), this ho think she hot (Yeah-yeah, what?)
What you mean, I can't come in with the Glock?
Man I said the clip on limousine, yeah thirty in a Glock
These n*ggas be f*ckin' with me 'cause they see I'm on the top
And lil' boy you can't flex your guap (Flex), 'cause I get hella guap (Guap)
I got lots of shots (Doo-doo-doo), I'll come and f*ck your thot (Doo, yeah-yeah)
I'll come and f*ck your mom (Mom), Osama the bomb (Bomb)
b*tch, I'm in LAX smokin' push up strong
Better get your fellas 'fore you put 'em in a song
R.I.P, now you cryin' to your mom (Slatt)
I got big sticks (Stick), get your wig split (Wig)
I don't do this rappin' sh*t, I just deal sh*t (Dig)
I know you be cappin' b*tch, my slime gon' kill sh*t (Ya dig?)
You be in your feelings, I'm a real vamp I don't feel sh*t (Ya dig?)
My Crip don't even drill sh*t, and he big Crip (b*tch, ya dig?)
I know some real Blood, they get sh*t spilled (b*tch, ya dig?)
Slime (b*tch, ya dig?), yeah