Fuck It Up

Fuck It Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Hitmaka!
Hol’ up

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag and the money
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin’
Pay the price when she walk in
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Ayy, ayy
I walked in hella fly, helicopter all on me
I told the chick to back it up, I keep that chopper on me
I got weed on me, I got perks on me
Baby tell me what you drinkin’? Everything on me
I ain’ trippin’ off them lil’ niggas way accross the room
Boy I been gettin’ it crackin’, nigga don’t you see the wounds?
I got about twenty five goons with me
So tell me how the f**k a nigga gon’ hit me? Ha (Right, ha)

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin’ (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up (f**k it up)
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up (f**k it up)
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up (f**k it up)
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
I need a nigga with the M, huh
To match my drip, huh
I just got a Bentley and a Benz, huh
I make a rich nigga taste it (Taste it)
Make a bag [?], not Gucci ’cause they racist
I f**k with face down, ass up
Baby ’till my cash up
Type to make a nigga dick stand up
Put it in my guts, better f**k it up (f**k it up)
Better not catch a nut let me slurp it up
b**ch I’m rare, not basic
Ass fat but it get fatter when I’m naked
I wanna [?]
When he wanna link, he send a ticket then a flew that (Period)

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin’ (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up (f**k it up)
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up (f**k it up)
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up (f**k it up)
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up

[Verse 3: Tyga]
She gon’ make ten grand, how she pop it on me
I ain’t James Harden but I keep the rocket on me (Bah)
I be ballin’ like chef, niggas not in my league (No)
How you get so bad? ‘Cause your momma a freak
Wanna be like daddy, she remind me of me
When I lick it, so sweet, whip cream on your feet
Drinkin’ sex on the beach, got you wet on the skeet
And your b**ch send me nudes, I can’t wait ’till we meet
I’m a nasty ass nigga, gorilla
Two b**ches twist on my dick like a Twizzler
A nigga like me stay hot through the Winter
I told her we could link, hit me up after dinner

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin’ (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up (f**k it up)
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up (f**k it up)
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up (f**k it up)
Ayy, she gon’ f**k it up, she gon’ f**k it up