Fuck It Lyrics

(Goodbye s1rk)

(RunnerBoy)

(Yessir)

(If you think that you can hang with me and s1rk then you've been tricked)

No, I ain't giving it up

You try to reach for my chain, there's gon' be some drama

I'm from the city where we let it bang, I'm making it rain with all of these commas

They wanna talk down the floor 'bout my name, I'm letting it sang, put that on my momma

No, you don't want war lil brudda, I promise

Cause I'll get you touched, I'm just being honest

No Diddy

First of all, can we talk 'bout the shit that they say on the way

fuck that album, fuck that single, burn that hard drive, say it to your face

All of these numbers ain't making no sense cause bitch I'm the hottest one out of my state

And I'm making too much money to fuck with these people so I had to cop an estate

Tell me how the fuck you think you could pull up to my crib when you don't even know where I stay?

I just don't understand it, you say that you're sending the cannon but you won't even look my way

Been heart broken and damaged, drinking till I'm hammered and Percocet 30 go straight to the face

So why run to me when you made a mistake on your own, like it don't even click in my brain

I'm tired of helping you, I'm tired of giving you money

Cause every time that I put in the work for you, you stab me and leave me with nothing

You come up to me and you say that it's worse for you but I already know that you're bluffing

How you gon' do that to me

And I thought you was my dog, now you gon' tell me to go kick the bucket

Fuck it, I'm getting madder again

Send love to my exes and fuck all these hoes, but I might do a drive-by in a Benz

You searching with me after stealing my clothes, now tell me like, how you gon' say you my friend?

Shit don't make sense but now I know I gotta say "fuck it!" and run up the bands

You just hurting yourself by digging a hole, I don't need no fake friends again

No fake friends again I promise

Cause I need some real motherfuckers who'll be there for me and whatever they need then I got it

Like how you gon' find all my cash on the ground and take all my money and gimme' the wallet?

That's outta pocket, no contest, ain't even a bargain

But now I'm aware you can call me a Sargent

Guess I gotta stand on my own, said fuck a crew I'mma get to the gold, uh

Yeah I gotta get green on my own, screaming "fuck everyone else!" cause they gone, uh

Could be watching a movie at home, they won't even come and knock on the door, uh

So I gotta keep me a pole, bitch I know that I ain't ever alone

No, I ain't giving it up

You try to reach for my chain, there's gon' be some drama

I'm from the city where we let it bang, I'm making it rain with all of these commas

They wanna talk down the floor 'bout my name, I'm letting it sang, put that on my momma

No, you don't want war lil brudda, I promise

Cause I'll get you touched, I'm just being honest

Just being honest, you don't know how I'm feeling all the time

Rotting my brain, you been caught on my mind

Don't know what love is, I'm guessing I'm blind

And my heart is hurting from every time that you picked up a knife and stuck it in my spine

You picked up my heart and threw it like a dime

Now y'all are wondering why I been crying

Cause you threw me right back like a fish in a line

And you can't tell me what to do about it

Though it was love we tapped in

Okay cool, but let's go back to acting

How you gon' throw me away in a trash can

I can't believe I was blowing your back in

Everything our relationship was lacking

Peep the album, you can see that I'm past it

Uh, and I'm done right now

Hard to think you used to make me nervous like I was standing in front of a crowd

So I got a different mindset, I'm steady screaming out "fuck it!"

Money up in my pocket it's nothing

You can do what you want if you want it

I'll prove it to you bitch I'm balling with buckets

I'm going crazy with the four like I'm Stunna (4 Vegas)

I had two-hundred for lunch like Gunna

And I be talking but at least it's a hundred

And I said fuck all the love and I'm tired of the drama

I'm keeping the music alive for my momma

I gotta stay focused on getting the commas

No stopping it now, gotta stay on the come up (Hmm)

And that's why

No, I ain't giving it up

You try to reach for my chain, there's gon' be some drama

I'm from the city where we let it bang, I'm making it rain with all of these commas

They wanna talk down the floor 'bout my name, I'm letting it sang, put that on my momma

No, you don't want war lil brudda, I promise

Cause I'll get you touched, I'm just being honest