Fuck It Lyrics - Murder For Hire 2 - Kevin Gates

Man, fuck your DJ 

Man, lil brother, you can't be saying fuck a nigga DJ... 

And all that shit 

Fuck em, what can they do for me 

You right, My nigga fuck your DJ 

Lil Bro, you gotta turn my shit on... 

So the hoes can be on my dick 

Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it 

I ain't scared to go to jail 

I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin 

Fuck him 

My block roll, outta of control, phone jumping 

Just seen a fight, my lil hoes with the scuffling 

Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it 

I ain't scared to go to jail 

I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin 

Fuck him 

In the drought we gon' eat yellin "FLOOD IT" 

Took my lick when I went in I'm 100 

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[?] [?] swag cut up bad my new Mac , Kodak Black 

Gold buttons, hold up yeah, Pour up 

Wait that was Mazi line first 

A lot of niggas been dabbing lately that was Mazi lil work! 

No leash, pitbull in the streets 

On the dead end, watch how I make it jump 

Status in the game, I ain't stretching cane 

Mentioning my name, Customers will come 

Ooh get 'em Gates, hold up get in there 

Bitch get it straight, I got 50 [?] 

I am not popping bottles on they ass 

Full auto, hit the throttle on they ass 

Wasn't trying when my pockets doing bad 

Now I'm bout to go and really make 'em mad 

Fuck how they feel, I don't take it back 

Catch a fade in my younger days 

Zip shit quick, put you up 

[?] bitch you know what up 

[?] one, yeah keep it up 

Nuk stuck with me through the clutch 

I ain't never seen him switch it up 

Villy tell lil J I say what up 

O you heard 'em fucking, what you tough 

I love your mama, know we had it rough 

Gangster Reezy I was looking up 

Trell saw me get it out the mud 

He didn't have a shower just a tub 

Big Jimmy house on eleventh 

12 Big London I'm a stepper 

Stanley called me Kevin Marsellus 

Get it 

Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it 

I ain't scared to go to jail 

I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin 

Fuck him 

My block roll, lot of control, phone jumping 

Just seen a fight, my lil hoes with the scuffling 

Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it 

I ain't scared to go to jail 

I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin 

Fuck him 

In the drought we gon eat yelling "FLOOD IT" 

Took my lick when I went in I'm 100 

Boobie black went to jail 

Streets, I was in 'em knee deep 

Real Magnolia die-hard's 

Pulling up to get weed 

Me and Gunna locked up together 

Way back think we did in 90s 

You and LVG uptown niggas living grimy 

[?] yo [?] bitch I miss you 

You still in the trenches, I been grinding 

Menace on my mind, I kept it silent 

Fuss, fight, argue but I'm diving 

Lately feeling like I've been surviving (I did) 

Jumping out with [?] montana 

Out in Watts, cooling out in Cali 

Compton menace hit me you know what's happening 

I just sent it, You ain't get the package ? 

Miami, hold up man, I'm just rapping 

Trapping, run it up, I'm just camping 

I ain't seen [?] her once 

Understand it, she gon understand it 

In Tarzan, I'm tryna build a mansion 

In Topanga, I see Kylie Jenner 

Sometimes I see Tyga with her 

Neiman Marcus, I just work retarded 

I got money problems 

Get the picture ? 

100 pints of Ac' and I'm quick to spend it 

Islah thuggin that's my daughter laughing 

Ain't too many times ain't caught her happy 

Conversation [?] look what happen 

Pussy street nigga you a rapper 

Run up on me, come and see what happen 

I'mma die, I ain't from this planet 

My lil son bad, I'm his daddy 

Your baby mama used to be a daddy 

Grown man, you still got a daddy 

You still got a daddy, man be for real 

Like you is a little boy 

Hey look it's Kevin Gates, you heard me ? 

'Preciate you for joining me.. 

On this adventure that we about to go on 

This is Murder for Hire 2 

Man let's get into some shit