Fuck It Up Lyrics

When I was on that road

Aye, yeah

Aye, yeah

When I was on that road

You was having all the fun

When I said I'm coming home

You was focused on the blunt

If I had a hard time

You weren't there to pick me up

But every time I look back

Know I never gave a fuck

Almost had a heart attack

When you said you was in love

I don't even love myself

But my head I'm picking up

And I know the winters cold

But it's warmer with a hug

Bitch I'd rather spit a verse

Than heat up what never was

Bitch I gotta get bandz on me

Fuck it up (aye)

Nigga put some hands on me

I'll fuck him up (aye)

Airing out the tan hoodie

Like what the fuck (aye)

Baby check the cam footage

I'm coming up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'll build a dam just in case my chain flood

She gon do it for the gram

I mean for the pay stubs

She got ass yeah she got ham

And them titties stay up

Ain't gon treat me like a fan

Guess I had to wake up (wake up, yeah yeah)

I know your mental is making you stressed

My mind make up all this shit, I should keep to myself

Strap up my vest like a veteran

Fighting hard to be well again

Heart is where venom is

Clean up some Reeboks I can sell again

We buy and sell our dreams walk in the fire

Leave my insanity all through the night

Is you gon ride, you gon ride for me?

I ask If you gon ride, you gon slide for me?

Bitch I gotta get bandz on me

Fuck it up (aye)

Nigga put some hands on me

I'll fuck him up (aye)

Airing out the tan hoodie

Like what the fuck? (aye)

Baby check the cam footage

I'm coming up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I build a dam just in case my chain flood

She gon do it for the gram

I mean for the pay stubs

She got ass yeah she got ham

And them titties stay up

Ain't gon treat me like a fan

Guess I had to wake up (wake up, yeah yeah)

I know all the lies nothing new to me

I got my disguise, so when I die I'll write my eulogy

I don't want to slow down, I'll hit you with that 223

I don't wanna slow down, I don't wanna slow down oh

I'll ride for the gold

I tried to take you home, now my house alone

But since you left, yeah I've been doing better

Yeah I'm doing better now

Bitch I gotta get bandz on me

Fuck it up (aye)

Nigga put some hands on me

I'll fuck him up (aye)

Airing out the tan hoodie

Like what the fuck (aye)

Baby check the cam footage

I'm coming up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I build a dam just in case my chain flood

She gon do it for the gram

I mean for the pay stubs

She got ass yeah she got ham

And them titties stay up

Ain't gon treat me like a fan

Guess I had to wake up (wake up, yeah yeah)