f*ck It lyrics

[Chorus: Strap]
You n*ggas need to cut it
She suckin di*k, not f*ckin
My partners are lookin Huskey
That gass we smokin mustey
The trap house poppin
Cash out them subways
b*tch, we came from nothing
Strap out in public

[Verse 1: Strap]
I'm on the Kush, smokin
Blow it out the window
Big racks in my face
You should go and tell your b*tch
b*tch, I'm in the zone
I got Luie and Gucci
Keep the strap with me, fake n*ggas turn to me
MOney omin in, I just copped me a ship
Califorina just send it through the mail
Turn up on them b*tches
Iced out both of my wrists

[Chorus: Strap]
You n*ggas need to cut it
She suckin di*k, not f*ckin
My partners are lookin Huskey
That gass we smokin mustey
The trap house poppin
Cash out them subways
b*tch, we came from nothing
Strap out in public
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
The cap, is nothing
You play, we busting
b*tch, we up to something
Back in the trap with an onion
Whip it, lock
I made a mill off the block
I got the dope in my sock
Young n*gga, I run from the cops
I took the pack when it came in
I f*ck her sister and best friend
Two b*tches, they twins
My pinky ring, that's a ten
I gotta flex on a broke n*gga
You talkin that money, I'm f*ckin with ya
I had to bust down my Rolli
A quarter mill, got it on me
Rich!

[Chorus: Strap]
You n*ggas need to cut it
She suckin di*k, not f*ckin
My partners are lookin Huskey
That gass we smokin mustey
The trap house poppin
Cash out them subways
b*tch, we came from nothing
Strap out in public