Fuck It (Explicit)

**** It (Explicit) - Lil Durk/Icewear Vezzo/Only The Family
This ho act like she won't **** it got rich
I'm like "**** it"
If it's **** it I'm like "**** 'em"
Might hop out with oven
**** it might put all my ice on
When I'm out in public
**** around and take a nigga *****
And fly her out the country
**** 'em even though I love 'em
I put sumn' to his funeral
You ain't even kill him for real bro
How you tryna get turnt up off a rumor
Yeah he run fast as hell
Just imagine a Hellcat chasin' a Puma
Man I know you niggas *******
Say it to me but don't say it to Boomin
See his death a celebration
You know I know the right way just to do 'em
Man that **** was devastating
I dropped my cup in front of the lawyer
Think he playing he gon' cut his band
He fly out with a warrant
Can you pass this message to him for me
Dis ain't what he want
How you miss out what I did for real
You bring up what I don't
You know Jamby sees his head
That's why Ion be playin' with 'em on the phone
If I say it one time
You know they a*s on go I'm the one
Even though I ain't vote
I still got a secret passage in the trunk
My little manager she has me *******
I keep a mattress in the trunk
And he know I ain't gon' do it for real
But ask him what he want
See the new McLaren I tried to trade it for a Lambo
I was too embarrassed to kick the cup
I want my last four
I done broke my back a hunnid times for your a*s bro
Tried to do my taxes I say no 'cause what you scam for
You don't be feeling funny to tell the police all the info
CPN you get you months for free
What you pay rent for
Go with all that trollin'
Then got whacked while they on live
Rather turn up at my shows
Where they got rats at Rolling Loud
Don't try to reach up on that stage pull you up
This strap blow through the crowd
Say "**** a plea" they gave him ten
Bro throwed it back we go to trial
I would've killed RICO for real if I ain't move
I ain't A Boogie
Niggas slimin' till they in them police rooms
They turn to woody
I got somethin' in my hoodie
Size of Dej ***** a fully
Can't be playin' with no nigga who got more paper
Dis **** 'bout money
Made so many packs with my lil' relly dad
That's why we selling gas
These rappers cap be out here spreading lies
That **** don't never last
I'd never go bad I see my son like
"That's my better half"
**** what the streets saying
I see myself with your lil' tellin' a*s
We be in that field the only smoke they pass is blunts
I had right before the deal two Rollie buss go add it up
This my life for real them boys ain't trappin' nothing
They rapping us
If I call up Wuk and tell 'em it's a go
He maskin' up nigga
I throw on Vezzo in the morning when I wanna count it up
Man I know you a*s a fan
I come around you snap it up
I can't play it off I want to take you off
Can't dap you up
Took your life this your brother
Ask him why he ain't help you up