Fuck It

[Chorus]
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Came by the streets and I love it
Seventeen keys in the luggage
Three or four scales in the cupboard
Pulled up with my ice on I was bussin

[Verse]
Talkin to a boss nigga buggin
I done made 30 out of nothing
Steppin on a brick got me cuttin
Whippin in the kitchen bakin muffin
Nothin but the guns you be bumpin
Scotty in the front will get me buzzin
All Im trynna do is free my cousin
Moss [?] barrel get to pumpin
Whole school slack get to movin
Aight lil bitch get to chosin
Im rich off the streets not music
Stay up out my lane before I lose it
Got the top down nigga cruisin
Got a white brick named Susy
Heavy in the street bitch it do it
Said back in '99 I’ve been moving
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney

[Chorus]
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Came by the streets and I love it
Seventeen keys in the luggage
Three or four scales in the cupboard
Pulled up with my ice on I was bussin

[Outro]
I get my work from a Narco