Fuck It

[Intro: YFN Lucci] (I love you, consent) Uh, uh, uh (Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points) Yeah, you know Money, power, respect, nigga, money and murder, nigga Shit we live by Uh [Verse 1: YFN Lucci] Ayy, all that biting that you doin', how you ain't got rabies? That lil' bitch want all my time, but I ain't no AP Told my girl I'ma make her love me more than she hate me Told lil' bruh that nigga gossip like a lady Uh, I feel like fuck it, huh Wreck me another Benz, I feel like fuck it, huh She mad 'cause I hit her friend, and I was like, "Fuck it" And he mad 'cause I got in and I'm like, "Fuck it," yeah I don't be sayin' slime, but I like my pussy slimy, yeah I ain't got time to wrestle, so I snuck the shine in And if it ain't 'bout no gaffle then don't waste my time then She told her lil' friend that we was sixty-nining, look [Chorus: YFN Lucci] I go get them racks, you already know that, look Don't talk to me about no lick if you wasn't on that On the phone with Jackboy, free Lil Kodak, uh Ayy, you ain't heard? They jacked boy for his Rollie, look And they took his shit, but he gon' say they stole it, huh How you sellin' nicks, but poppin' like you rollin'? One thing I can't do is let a nigga owe me Another thing I can't do is let a ho control me [Verse 2: YFN Lucci] Look, I can't get my hands dirty, I'm fancy and I'm rich now I will put them bands all on your head, yeah, I send hits now I was all on stage in Arkansas and had that bitch out (Uh) And it had a long stick in it, lettin' it stick out I can't go nowhere without my pole, yeah, I'm lit now Uh, I was at the fight front row, yeah, I'm big dawg (Look) And, no, nigga, if you ask a nigga, I ain't tellin' you what my shit cost Bitch askin' what floor we on, bitch, you know we penthouse If that bitch can't keep my blunts rolled, she gettin' kicked out Bitch just used to keep them blunts rolled, shawty lit now [Verse 3: Jackboy] Hold up a quick second, Lucci, let me pop my shit now Sixty on my mouthpiece, I be flossin' when I flaunt now Baby, this Moncler, no we are not drippin' in Lacoste now Pullin' up McLaren, lil' bitch better believe I got my top down I don't do no burglary, I specialize in kick doors 40 with a dick, my shit be bustin' more than nymphos Crack up in my pot, my trap be jumpin' like a kangaroo I don't love no thot, won't buy them rocks, ho, you get switcharoo'd Diamond got me shinin', got him sneakin' looks like peekaboo I was way in VA tryna hit a lick with whoopty-whoop We was jackin' cars, doin' fraud, that's just how we mob Huntin' from a far, run up on me, get fit in cigar I don't need a job, I broke the knob, I ran up six figures My flow just hittin' licks, yeah, it's hot, yeah, I caught fever [Chorus: YFN Lucci] I go get them racks, you already know that, look Don't talk to me about no lick if you wasn't on that On the phone with Jackboy, free Lil Kodak, uh Ayy, you ain't heard? They jacked boy for his Rollie, look And they took his shit, but he gon' say they stole it, huh How you sellin' nicks, but poppin' like you rollin'? One thing I can't do is let a nigga owe me Another thing I can't do is let a ho control me