Fckup Video (MV)

Wussup, ugh
Yeah I lived a life that's f*cked up (f*cked up)
Ugh that's prolly cuz I'm f*cked up (f*cked up)
Ya, I don't really give a f*ck brah
Came from the gutta like a motherf*cking dump truck

Trash, on my spitting, hey I think I'm close to quitting
I'm so done with all these lames I'm so done with all the fibbing
Aye never gang bang but I slang cain from a gang that's the way I was living
Ashamed of the way that I'm driven, cuz I don't give two f*cks about no one's opinion
I never be tripping, the clique it is sipping, I'm running this shit and it never was given
I tried to tell everyone ever to listen, but f*ck it I'm here in a better position
I come from a place where the weather frigid
F*ck outta my face if you don't see the vision
Don't want fame, just money and women and women and money with plenty of sinning
Ugh yeah, baby girl's gotta fat butt
If I hit that shit, I'm hoping that I can't nut
I should walk into Atlantic with a fat blunt
And tell Mr. (this part has been edited) f*ck
Never gonna back up
Badman with bag and a half of a tab that I just might pop
All of my give a f*cks broken I think that I'm stuck or I'm froze in my thoughts
Like I was messing with meth On The Rox
Whoa, hold up bro stop
I'm just a f*ck up that flows when I talk
I really like women and holding my cock (ya)

Yeah I lived a life that's f*cked up (f*cked up)
Ugh that's prolly cuz I'm f*cked up (f*cked up)
Ya, I don't really give a f*ck brah
Came from the gutta like a motherf*cking dump truck
Yeah I lived a life that's f*cked up (f*cked up)
Ugh that's prolly cuz I'm f*cked up (f*cked up)
Ya, I don't really give a f*ck brah
Came from the gutta like a motherf*cking dump truck

Trash on my rapping, and pretend I ain't been snapping
Had to go back into trapping cuz my life was f*ckin havoc
Ya, it's so automatic, I don't ever f*cking panic
I done been out on the streets sleeping right beneath a hammock
Won't flinch, yeah the world is Ludacris
Move bitch get out the way, aye Taylor swift
On my own wave, switching lanes, praying that I'm rich
Stayin blunted with a 5th but need a hundred if you sni (shh)
Runnin it quick and I'm coming equipped
And I'm hoping you go lick the cum from my dick
While you takin a pic and your stomach is sick
Never could quit but I'm done with the shit
Low key with a low key from an OG, oh gee
If you know me, you don't know me, only
Till I don't breath, then I won't be, lonely
Don't see what you don't know when you phony
But you phone me when you need that leak leak leak
I got that heat bitch I'm here I don't retreat
Ask my friends that know me deep
Finally popping like a bean
All the talking hella cheap
I need some help, I'm just a fiend
Buncha drugs in my jeans, yuck

Yeah I lived a life that's f*cked up (f*cked up)
Ugh that's prolly cuz I'm f*cked up (f*cked up)
Ya, I don't really give a f*ck brah
Came from the gutta like a motherf*cking dump truck
Yeah I lived a life that's f*cked up (f*cked up)
Ugh that's prolly cuz I'm f*cked up (f*cked up)
Ya, I don't really give a f*ck brah
Came from the gutta like a motherf*cking dump truck