Fuck It - YG

Gotta go to court tomorrow Fuck it

Blew a stack at the mall, Fuck it

I was supposed to play basketball, Fuck it

My bitch was cheatin after all, Fuck it

Fuck it, fuck it

Gotta go to court tomorrow

D.E.A.

on my dick

Ya’ll niggas like flys ya’ll be on my shit

Ya’ll niggas ain’t fly ya’ll niggas hoes

Ya’ll niggas ain’t bros ya’ll nigga hoes

Money stacked for your lawyer cause I catch a case

Where the crocadile hunter at?

These niggas snakes

Ugh, ya’ll nigga tried to pack the homies

Ya’ll niggas swiss cheese like macaroni

Yeah, I gotta go to court tomorrow

But I prolly won’t show up

Your bitch say she at home

If I pull up she gon ho up

I pastacio crack your bitch

Then pour up some actavis

Fuck the camera I got the glam on me

Two box shorty got the hammer on me

Fuck court, fuck the judge, fuck the D.E.A

Pushaz Ink bitch we ball like E. A

Reem Rich yea my pockets on swole nigga

Young and rich I’m addicted to these gold diggers

So much money think we signed with illuminati

Inked up, tats all on a nigga body

Geeked up nigga, beam me up Scottie

That’s your bitch nigga

She let us run a trolley

Yeah, she wasn’t even off the molly

Pushaz Ink the label, bitch you heard about us

Hit the mall, blow a stack, then it’s back to rap

Porsches, Benzo’s, nigga back to back

Rap don’t work, then it’s back to crack

My nigga Mustard on the beat I’m his young attack

Yeah, it’s a lot of money over here

Them niggas lookin broke over there

I get a number 6 from Popeye’s

I go at stop signs

I got your bitch on a hot line

I drop hits you niggas drop dimes

Yeah, just caught another case

Im nigga, my bitch is another race

Ugh, I put you in another place

You know what?

You niggas better say your grace

Yeah, you niggas better say your grace

I’m trying to beat trial like an 808

Like, like boom boom boom

My house got room room rooms

Yeah, we can smoke weed or we can do shrooms?

You nigga droppin albums too soon

Just got another court date

Like my taxes I was late