f*ck It Up lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck]
Mhm
It's a whole lotta gang sh*t going on right here
(Oh, yeah, you know)
Like, I always gotta let that sh*t be known, like
Like, you got that lil' money on you?
That sh*t ain't nothing, like [?]
Me? I f*ck it up
My homies? They f*ck it up (Pause)
I don't know what you motherf*ckers on
Gang-gang (Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up)
($B)

[Chorus: FBG Duck & Billionaire Black]
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
The way the work jump in that pot look like Double Dutch (Skrrt)
b*tch, I'm a hustler (Woo)
I let the work sit in the pot 'til it bubble up
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Stupid b*tch really asked me to nut in her (b*tch)
That's why I'm not trustin' her (Never)
I still pull out 'cause what if the rubber bust? (Woo, sh*t)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Ah, you wanna know when I spend money so much? (Uh)
'Cause b*tch, I come from nothin' (Money)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
(Woah, Clout God)
Ah, you got like five hundred cash (Huh?)
So you need to go put that lil' money up, ayy (Put that lil' money up)
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Billionaire Black & Rico Recklezz]
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (Yeah)
Swear these f*ck n*ggas don't f*ck with us (f*ck with us)
Chopper on me, I don't knuckle up (Glaow)
Pull up on me, get your bubble bust (Boom)
Sippin' Hi-Tech, this ain't Robitussin, ayy (Mud)
All these b*tches wanna roll with us (Billy)
So much sauce, I'm on overload (Billy)
Popped too many Percs, might overdose (Let's get it)
I get that cash, et cetera
Kill him and I ain't need a preacher or reverend, ayy
I hate when that thirty be on me
My pants be saggin', that sh*t is embarrassing, ayy
But I be fresh like a peppermint
Shoot a n*gga first, b*tch, I ain't hesitant, ayy
Movin' bricks like a resident (Uh, uh, uh)
And you know my n*ggas chasin' the presidents, gang

[Verse 2: Rico Recklezz]
You know I get to the mula
Fifty popper, bought it for my shooters (Brrat)
Foreign b*tch, she just came straight from Cuba
Run up on me, watch how fast I'll do ya (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
You know just how I'm rockin'
Fifty on me, b*tch, I ain't with the boxin' (Brrat)
UPS worker, put you in boxes (b*tch)
Run up in your crib, hold your ass hostage (b*tch)
Jeff Hardy, need a ladder (Recklezz)
Jumped off the [?] (Recklezz, Recklezz, Recklezz)
All these motherf*ckin' guns
All these motherf*ckin' killers like we ain't got knuckles (Brrat, brrat, brrat, b*tch)
Motherf*ckers actin' like they ain't with it
Homicides committed, all these motherf*ckers think we hit it
Rollin' off the pills, steady tweakin'
Run up on a n*gga, leave him sleepin', b*tch, Recklezz
[Chorus: FBG Duck]
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
The way the work jump in that pot look like Double Dutch (Skrrt)
b*tch, I'm a hustler (Woo)
I let the work sit in the pot 'til it bubble up
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Stupid b*tch really asked me to nut in her (b*tch)
That's why I'm not trustin' her (Never)
I still pull out 'cause what if the rubber bust? (Woo, sh*t)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Ah, you wanna know when I spend money so much? (Uh)
'Cause b*tch, I come from nothin' (Money)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Ah, you got like five hundred cash (Huh?)
So you need to go put that lil' money up, ayy (Put that lil' money up)

[Verse 3: King Yella]
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (Huh?)
That chopper make n*ggas jump like it was Double Dutch (Grrah)
Your b*tch is a thotty, sl*t (Huh?)
Well, f*ck it, I still eat it like Cap'n Crunch (Silly b*tch)
Hoo, my n*ggas pop out the cuts (Glah)
My n*ggas come deep like the Brady Bunch (Glah, glah)
Got fifties, got hundreds, don't war with us (Grrt)
You n*ggas is b*tches, I know this stuff (Huh?)
Do hits out a f*ckin' new Uber car (Boom)
Your b*tch on my di*k, I'm a superstar (Silly b*tch)
I f*ck her down, then I go with the jaw (What?)
I hurricane wrist in the kitchen, y'all (Hurricane wrist)
I'm ballin' on n*ggas like Jordan (Swish)
Your b*tch on my di*k and she gorgeous (Silly b*tch)
She bringin' the [?] from Florida (Huh?)
The water, the water, the water (Whip, whip, whip)
[Verse 4: FBG Duck]
Ayy, word around town Duck is a user
He don't wanna do nothin' but f*ck
f*ck a b*tch and put the ho in a Uber
No, f*ck a b*tch and put the ho on the bus
She keep askin' me why did I do it (I don't know), I keep tellin' her, "I did it for us
Last b*tch, she was really confusing (Woah), so I have a lot of issues with trust"
But f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Ayy, I get the lil' money and f*ck it up (Ooh)
Mama say she wanna give me ten bands (Damn)
I told her, "Just watch how I run it up" (Run it up)
My b*tch know she thick as f*ck (Thick b*tch)
Ayy, she say she want me to c*m in her (Can't)
But you know I can't do that (I can't)
I pull out and bust on her bubble butt (Ooh, Money)

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
The way the work jump in that pot look like Double Dutch (Skrrt)
b*tch, I'm a hustler (Woo)
I let the work sit in the pot 'til it bubble up
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Stupid b*tch really asked me to nut in her (b*tch)
That's why I'm not trustin' her (Never)
I still pull out 'cause what if the rubber bust? (Woo, sh*t)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Ah, you wanna know when I spend money so much? (Uh)
'Cause b*tch, I come from nothin' (Money)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Ah, you got like five hundred cash (Huh?)
So you need to go put that lil' money up (Put that lil' money up)