f*ckit lyrics

[Intro: Nana Zen]
Oh you think you cool cause you have a mixtape coming out soon, n*gga. Huh huh, you were them shoes thinking you fly, no n*gga, no

[Verse 1: Louie P]
Yo, I’m about to sign this record deal man (f*ck it)
They talking about this sh*t is real man (f*ck them)
I let them know just how I feel man (f*ck it)
Give these motherf*ckers the chills man (f*ck it)
And plus my di*k is hard as steel man (f*ck it)
Thinking bout getting the golden grill man (f*ck it)
Send this money to George Foreman (f*ck it)
My girl [?] as [?] man (f*ck it)
f*ck this car, f*ck this house (yeah f*ck that)
f*ck these other n*ggas, f*ck this couch (f*ck it)
Got me feeling like Lebron James (f*ck Lebron James)
With some hair like Rick James (f*ck this man)
Show them all these n*ggas is lames (f*ck it)
Louie P don’t play no games, huh (f*ck it)
Yeah, yeah I pop the molly I’m sweating (f*ck it)
But after that your career it ain’t nothing, n*gga (f*ck it)

[Interlude: Nana Zen & Dudley Doo]
Yo my n*gga, f*ck that n*gga Ben Dudley, ay yo that n*gga Kaytra man he look like a hobo and I will not talk about that Louie P with his big nose. [laughs] Sup playboy, can I start [?] f*cking cars n*gga

[Verse 2: Louie P & Dudley Doo]
Just got a brand new pair of kicks man (f*ck it)
My n*gga do I give a sh*t man (f*ck it)
Look at your boy, look at my wrist man (f*ck it)
There ain’t no real gold up in this man (f*ck it)
Let me just switch up the style bruh (f*ck it)
Hey Ben It’s ready in a while bruh (f*ck it)
Man this n*gga talking about he ratchet (f*ck it)
I heard this n*gga was just lazy (f*ck it)
n*gga’s thinking that he’s balling (f*ck it)
Getting crossed, now he falling (f*ck it)
That b*tch screaming like Master P (f*ck it)
You know that’s why she get the D (f*ck it)
But me I be like Silkk the Shocker (f*ck it)
Come through, I bring the drama (f*ck it)
Huh, Huh, Ha boiii, you know you jacking my style
Catch me and Tricks like Craig Mack on the 1st n*gga
It’s dirty dudes so (f*ck it)
I’m ‘bout to take over this rap sh*t like (f*ck it)
I mean (f*ck it)
I’m not even a rapper still it remains speakers
My n*gga PIPO that’s my dawg like a golden retriever
It’s the Supreme Laziness
The whole crew up in this joint seeking success
We the best, we work hard, we must rest
And when I get up I jump in [?] like a test
The NBA I set the past I come from Indiana
When I rap I’m a Saint like I’m from Louisiana
That Drew Brees man
My flow so cold sometimes I freeze man
This sh*t easy for me like cheese man
So f*ck it
Haitian accent the way I roll this sh*t man call me the president
But no sweet mickey more like Bill Clinton
I put cigars in them hoes
I always deliver like motherf*cking Domino’s
Aight, Aight