Lil Durk, Icewear Vezzo - Fuck It lyrics

[Lil Durk, Icewear Vezzo - Fuck It lyrics]

This ho act like she won't fuck
It, got rich, I'm like, "Fuck it"
If it's fuck it, I'm like, "Fuck 'em
" might hop out with oven fuck it
Might put all my ice on
When I'm out in public
Fuck around and take a nigga bitch
And fly her out the country

Fuck 'em, even though I love 'em
I put sumn' to his funeral
You ain't even kill him, him for real, bro
How you tryna get turnt up off a rumor?
Yeah, he run fast as hell
Just imagine a Hellcat chasin' a Puma
Man, I know you niggas bitches, say it to me
But don't say it to Boomin

See, his death a celebration
You know I know the right way just to do 'em
Man, that shit was devastating
I dropped my cup in front of the lawyer
Think he playing, he gon' cut his band
He fly out with a warrant
Can you pass this message to him for
Me? Dis ain't what he want

How you miss out what I did for
Real? You bring up what I don't
You know Jamby sees his head
That's why Ion be playin' with
'em on the phone if I say it one time, you
Know, they ass on go, i'm the one
Even though I ain't vote
I still got a secret passage in the trunk

My little manager, she has me fuckin'
I keep a mattress in the trunk
And he know I ain't gon' do it for real
But ask him what he want
See the new McLaren
I tried to trade it for a Lambo
I was too embarrassed to kick the cup
I want my last four

I done broke my back a
Hunnid times for your ass, bro
Tried to do my taxes, I say no 'cause
What you scam for?
You don't be feeling funny to tell
The police all the info
CPN, you get you months for free
What you pay rent for?

Go with all that trollin'
Then got whacked while they on live
Rather turn up at my shows
Where they got rats at Rolling Loud
Don't try to reach up on
That stage, pull you up
This strap blow through the crowd
Say, "Fuck a plea, " they gave
Him ten, bro throwed it back, we go to trial

I would've killed RICO for real
If I ain't move, i ain't A Boogie
Niggas slimin' till they in
Them police rooms, they turn to woody
I got somethin' in my hoodie, size of Dej
Bitch a fully can't be playin' with no nigga
Who got more paper, dis shit 'bout money

Made so many packs with my lil' relly dad
That's why we selling gas
These rappers cap, be out
Here spreading lies
That shit don't never last
I'd never go bad, I see my son like
"That's my better half"
Fuck what the streets saying
I see myself with your lil' tellin' ass

We be in that field
The only smoke they pass is blunts
I had right before the deal, two Rollie buss
Go add it up this my life for real, them
Boys ain't trappin' nothing, they rapping us
If I call up Wuk and tell 'em
It's a go, he maskin' up, nigga

I throw on Vezzo in the morning
When I wanna count it up
Man, I know you ass a fan, I come around
You snap it up
I can't play it off, I want to take you off
Can't dap you up
Took your life, this your brother
Ask him why he ain't help you up

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