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Fuck It Up (F.I.U.) Lyrics[Intro]
(Chaney)
(AudHouse)
Chain weigh too much
One-point-four kilos, boy, that's way too much
Hey
Hey
Uh

[Chorus]
Month just started and a nigga blew fifty-five racks (Blew fifty-five racks, fifty)
Nothin' to a boss, lil' nigga, I'ma get it right back (I'ma get it right, get it, get it, get it)
Go'n fuck it up, go'n fuck it up, I'ma fuck it up every time I touch it, hey
I been fuckin' up, I been runnin' up nothin' but the money, yeah

[Verse 1]
Been a while, lil' nigga, but I'm still on deck
Them boys still in they feelings 'cause we ain't gone yet
I've been wheelin' and dealin', I want that long check
That long money, some long money, I'm gon' get
Got more skrilla than four niggas, I keep cheese
Hit the club on them Forgis, them hoes gon' peep these
Diamonds dancin', my watch came out of a deep freezer
This Trigga City, the beef deeper
We keep heaters, Parabellum and heatseekers
For street sweepers, play me pussy, you meet Jesus
In these streets, it's fuck a nigga, no peace treaty
You ain't willin' to let it slide, well, me neither
Been on the grind since Evisu
Used to listen to number nine with B. Sigel
Ran in houses a hundred times 'bout three deep
So much cash, you thought we had a cheat sheet
I change lanes and repeat, the same thing, you see me
Chain hang, don't reach-reach, go bang-bang, no Chief Keef
To maintain, you need least 'bout twenty-some thousand
Anything less, I suggest you start pilin'
Yes, I've been blessed with finesse, that's my talent
Runnin' up tickets to runnin' in houses
I'm sorry, but that's what my style is
Bitch, I'm a rider, them boys got low mileage, I'm gone

[Chorus]
Month just started and a nigga blew fifty-five racks (Blew fifty-five racks, fifty)
Nothin' to a boss, lil' nigga, I'ma get it right back (I'ma get it right, get it, get it, get it)
Go'n fuck it up, go'n fuck it up, I'ma fuck it up every time I touch it, hey
I been fuckin' up, I been runnin' up nothin' but the money, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, chain weigh too much
One-point-four kilos, boy, that's way too much
Hands on her, shawty say I play too much
But she blessed me 'cause I don't really say too much
Think I'm Gretzky and these niggas way too puck
Ain't no Pepsi, boy, a nigga stay juiced up
Who gon' check me?
Haha, in that water like a jet-ski, heavy on them niggas
But you bet we on them niggas just as soon as they pull up
Talkin' reckless, actin' crazy, I'ma bust your medula
Damn, tell I'm thuggin' by the way I maneuver
If you see me in the club, then I'm in there with shooters
And I'm in there with two cups, probably tossin' a few bucks
Them bad bitches, they choose us, them weak bitches like, "Who was that?"
All them niggas in here with no money like who does that?
Ho gon' fuck a nigga with a check, now where them plugs at?
Pull up and I'm slidin' Forgiato, fuck your hubcaps
Rollin' with my YG right beside me, that my rugrat
Hold us at the door because they trippin' off a dub sack
Nigga, fuck your club, I want my motherfuckin' dub back
I ducked off, went and got my buzz back
And now the kid comin' for you, nigga
I fell off, went and got my plug back
The trap back jumpin' on you, nigga, woah

[Chorus]
Month just started and a nigga blew fifty-five racks (Blew fifty-five racks, fifty)
Nothin' to a boss, lil' nigga, I'ma get it right back (I'ma get it right, get it, get it, get it)
Go'n fuck it up, go'n fuck it up, I'ma fuck it up every time I touch it, hey
I been fuckin' up, I been runnin' up nothin' but the money, yeah

[Outro]
(AudHouse)