Phuck It Lyrics

Phuck It Song Lyrics

(Hook)
Phuck it, phuck it, phuck it
(Verse: Problem)
It's the return of the muthaf**kin' psychopath
Captain California, well, it might go bad quick
Make wise backflip, homies kill, homies ova b**ches and half zit
What happened to the G, like where I get this P flip?
Rollin' a fast shift, stay until my lean go
Cali to the death, you can tell by my lingo
Marks wanna hang? f**k around and get strangled
Outer tatter, take it sweet, you peel like mango-es round this hoe
Paint whip? Watch me f**k around and drown this hoe
Safe sex ain't really what go down here, bro
Cuz everythang turn, fire weed, fire head
Everythang burn, the good and the bad
Yeah, everythang's learned
The money's always white like the everyday clerk
The Jack filled with purrp, like it's 2006
Yeah, my gang, well, I'm outta this sh*t
(Hook)
Like phuck! Get high, get drunk, stay off
Phuck! Hit the club, find a chick, get blown
Phuck! Hit the bottom or a nigga on top
Same nigga, like it or not, still yellin' out
Phuck! f**k these niggas, still yellin' out
Phuck! f**k these b**ches, still yellin' out
Phuck! f**k these haters, still yellin' out
And every time yo girl get the pussy out
It's sure I'm bout to (phuck!)
(Verse 2: Nutso)
f**k these nigga, switch lane niggas
b**ch made niggas, neva been payed nigga
Frontin' in them video, that sh*t ain't dope
Used to whip you at the show, at the dance studio
Do you like Beastie Boys been after 2 Chainz
Screamin' West Side love East Side pain
Nutso deranged in a Durango slingin' fame(?)
Got the hood hot as hell, they runnin' for shame
From NY to LA, the guns go bang
Cali8 be on the state, you betta watch yo colors, mane
Worldwide gangsta sh*t, homicide music
Hoes in the stripclub 2 steps to em
Mac em with the b**ches, low ride em with the switchas
Can't stop this young blood, after my riches
Palm trees, good weather, good weed, fly heffers
My backpack, I'm movin' out here, whateva
(Hook)
Phuck! Get high, get drunk, stay off
Phuck! Hit the club, find a chick, get blown
Phuck! Hit the bottom or a nigga on top
Same nigga, like it or not, still yellin' out
Phuck! f**k these niggas, still yellin' out
Phuck! f**k these b**ches, still yellin' out
Phuck! f**k these haters, still yellin' out
And every time yo girl get the pussy out
It's sure I'm bout to (phuck!)
(Verse 3: Bad Lucc)
f**k these niggas and bum b**ches
This beat got me amped to knock the desk off the switches
Hit a couple coaters and bang the bat to the back, aye
Town ass(?) raider, the nose up in the ashtray
Real nigga, I'm aligned round these thugs
Pocket full of drugs, right door full of snugs
Hater tryna get me, it's nothin', that's what it do tho
Beat up off the porch, it's Charles Caden(?) at the ?
East side nigga on mommas, we won burked out
Bellucians made it outta the hood?
The guy turnt out
Played for the Nicks, stayed down and got payed quickly
When I was on the 100 and fifth, slangin' em fifties
Young nigga doin' this stuff, this how the hood go
Teacher said he wouldn't be sh*t, that's what he good fo'
But f**k him and that whole school
Bad Lucc, I'm gettin' paper like I told you
Nigga
(Hook)
Phuck! Get high, get drunk, stay off
Phuck! Hit the club, find a chick, get blown
Phuck! Hit the bottom or a nigga on top
Same nigga, like it or not, still yellin' out
Phuck! f**k these niggas, still yellin' out
Phuck! f**k these b**ches, still yellin' out
Phuck! f**k these haters, still yellin' out
And every time yo girl get the pussy out
It's sure I'm bout to (phuck!)