Fuck It Lyrics - Sneakbo

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it 

I got opps there I got opps here and I love it, love it, love it 

Back out the ting and bun him 

(Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it) 

Get jerked peng giving dat back 

I finesse man take mans grub make a yg hit dat trap (bando) 

Tell him flip dat split dat gwop invest in a brand new rah 

Tell a opp boy please don't lack last night somebody got blammed 

Talk nuff man done man chat 

Touch me you can hold some corn 

Bad boy since 90 do that year couple real gs born 

I got things on things on things right now tryna score some points 

Walk around with joints on joints us man been making noise 

Them man are just twitter boys 

Niggas know the team is gg 

I'm old school like Kukz and BE 

I don't trap I used to sell weed 

Now I rap my stack is on fleek 

They hate me but have to rate me (Das right) 

I love girls and girls they love me 

I'm well known in plenty countries 

My opps drop like Humpty-Dumpty (Bow) 

Lick a man down with the hand ting, lick a man down with the tray 

Lick a man down on the backroad, lick a man down on the mains 

Lick a man down for the mandem, lick a man down for my bae (Boom) 

Lick a man down like what, lick a man down then buss case 

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Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it 

I got opps there I got opps here and I love it, love it, love it 

Back out the ting and bun him 

Shoulda seen how dat spun him 

Big fat corn gone done him 

Dem boy best start running 

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it 

Like fuck it (Boom) 

See dem man anywhere my nigga man he'll crash it 

Spent two bags on a .32 nigga that's masheen (Bu bu bu boom) 

Shoulda seen the way he ten toes nigga that's dasheen 

So why they talk so wasseen 

S finesse they love the style 

Your girlfriend's catting going wild 

She got the d it's going down 

I know her boyfriend he's a clown 

Man speak the truth in the booth 

Don't tark too much cos man'll shoot 

Shoot your man out his loubs 

Then skurring off in the coup (Skudududududu) 

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Fuck it (Fuck it) 

Man skur on a opp with a dots bang T then bruck it 

And the man just chat bout beef better know I love it 

Don't tark too much bang creep with the blade then cut him (Skrr) 

Like jigga man gang who's running 

Came with the woof that bark twice 

Not nice and I'll put it on my dargs life 

Hot spice better show what my charm like 

Never been a judge but I give a gyal hard times 

Like fuck it, fuck it, fuck it 

We coming, coming, coming 

Man Aigon bop hella straight to the 

top and we ain't stopping for nuttin 

We dem Aigon niggas 

Everybody's tryna KKK like we racist to niggas 

Splish and they splash till they dead 

man this life wasn't made for these niggas 

Tryna get paid with my jiggas 

Man I'm tryna get laid and go jiggas (Jigga man gang) 

With bro S Wavey and Jugg 

6 shots she rise for my hood 

Fuck it, pull up bang and rub it (Skurr) 

Man walk with it 

After you hunt a man come and pull up, bang and done it 

Last smoke like greek gherkin man bun it 

Duracells in a double, man bruck it 

Know something of the guys man rush him 

C24 gang man run in, run in, run in 

Man just crept in 

Mans not resting 

Don't tell me bout dem man 

I'm not interested 

He's not gangster 

He's just flexing 

He's not bout dis 

So man just swept him 

Jump in dat car 

Start dat engine 

Look at dat west ting 

She's looking all tempting 

Ride out and burst man 

Mans never attempting 

Community service 

Mans never attending (Never) 

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it 

I got opps there I got opps here and I love it, love it, love it 

Back out the ting and bun him 

Shoulda seen how dat spun him 

Big fat corn gone done him 

Dem boy best start running 

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it