Fuck It - Sneakbo, J Boy, Bellzey

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)

(Verse 1: Sneakbo)

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

(Hook: 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

Shoulda seen how dat spun him

Big fat corn gone done him

Dem boy best start running

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it

(Verse 2: S Wavey)

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)

(Verse 3: J Boy)

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

(Verse 4: M Dargg)

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

(Verse 5: Bellzey)

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)

(Hook: 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

Shoulda seen how dat spun him

Big fat corn gone done him

Dem boy best start running

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it