Fuckin It Up Lyrics

You know, we know

Fake shows, fake hoes man

We ain't fucking with those

Woah, woah, woah

Wake up, yeah, top of the morning

I'm done with the mourning

Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up

Haters is clowns in my circus

Yeah like a meniscus

You know that I'm tearing it up

Making the waves in my city

The water is frisky

Like hose, yeah I'm wetting it up

Homie I'm fucking it up

Guessing it, what?

Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up

Ain't selling beliefs for endorsements

These people were dormant

But now I am waking them up

Baking and getting the cake

Yeah it's thirty, on forty, on fifty

I'm counting it up

Winning can come with a doubt

So my mother and father are scared

That I'll take it too far

Promise I won't fuck it up

People ain't ready

Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up

People are claiming democracy

But I still struggle with finding my freedom of speech

Half of my words, against policy

Cancelling warriors are present and trying to reach

That's what I'm calling hypocrisy

What twisted prophecy people applying to teach?

Fuck the trouble, fuck your muzzle, leave you puzzled

'Cause little homie, it is what it is

Coming in heavy like I've eaten plenty

These people be petty, they carrying envy

Approaching me steady, don't try me, I'm ready

Straight into the cut, bitch I come with machetes

Yes, I'm carrying faith, carrying faith

Yes, I'm counting on fate, counting on fate

Bitch, I'm flying away, flying away

So get the fuck out my face bitch

New age don't come with the basics

Come with a thing I call facelift

Yeah, yeah, yeah

We see a bag and we chase it

Old age, I hope they embrace it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Spray like a chopper from Columbine

If a foe touch me, I'ma sting him like a porcupine

Most them people snakes, slither round

They got no spine, sublime

Homie don't rush me 'cause it take time

Wake up, yeah, top of the morning

I'm done with the mourning

Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up

Haters is clowns in my circus

Yeah like a meniscus

You know that I'm tearing it up

Making the waves in my city

The water is frisky

Like hose, yeah I'm wetting it up

Homie I'm fucking it up

Guessing it, what?

Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up

Ain't selling beliefs for endorsements

These people were dormant

But now I am waking them up

Baking and getting the cake

Yeah it's 30, on 40, on 50

I'm counting it up

Winning can come with a doubt

So my mother and father are scared

That I'll take it too far

Promise I won't fuck it up

People ain't ready

Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up

Awe shit man

MRE in this bitch man

Fuck is you talking about?

Man, fuck do you mean?

Money rules everything bro, remember the name

'Cause we out here man

We're in this bitch, never stopping

Fuck, fucking it up, aye