Fuck It (Special Edition Bonus Track)

(album: HIStory - 2019)

[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

Ayy, all that biting that you doing, 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
Wrap 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 saying 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 [?] then don't waste my time then
She told her lil' friend that we was sixty-nining, look

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 selling nicks, but popping 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

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, letting 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 telling you what my shit cost
Bitch asking what floor we on, bitch, you know we penthouse
If that bitch can't keep my blunts rolled, she getting kicked out
Bitch just used to keep them blunts rolled, shawty lit now

[Jackboy:]
Hold up a quick second, Lucci, let me pop my shit now
Sixty on my mouthpiece, I be flossing when I flaunt now
Baby, this Moncler, no we are not dripping in Lacoste now
Pulling 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 busting more than nymphos
Crack up in my pot, my trap be jumping like a kangaroo
I don't love no thot, won't buy them rocks, ho, you get switcharoo'd
Diamond got me shining, got him sneaking looks like peekaboo
I was way in VA tryna hit a lick with whoopty-whoop
We was jacking cars, doing fraud, that's just how we mob
Heard that from afar, run up on me, [?]
I don't need a job, I broke the knob, I ran up six figures
My flow just hitting licks, yeah, it's hot, yeah, I caught fever

[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 selling nicks, but popping 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