Fuck It chords by Spitta

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Verse 1
Am 
Makin' hits with LaKeith, Good Grief
Em 
I   don't play, it's not a game
Am 
You never hit nothin' with that rod,
Bm 
then we not the same
Em 
I'm inflictin' pain for any
conflict of interest
Am 
You cross me wrong,
you make my hit list,
Bm 
I'ma clear the business
Em 
Chop a bullet, flip the clip,
hold a hundred gemmas
Am 
Roof Chris for lunch, for dinner,
Em 
it's LeFlamin'
She bought a bitch shoppin' with us,
she had a bitch buy
Am 
Now I gotta buy two
Bm 
of everything I   buy
Em 
It  ain't trickin' if you
got it, and I got a lot
Am 
Don't fuck with hoes
that still shop up in body shop
Em 
Bm 
These garbage -ass niggas
Am 
still sellin' rocks
All these race cars,
I'ma need a bigger parking spot
Em 
What I meant to say is I'ma
need a parking lot
Am 
I met myself in
Bm 
a Walgreens parking lot
Em 
And if you try somethin'
in this parking lot
Am 
The right headshot'll make
Bm 
him close your coffin top
Em 
I   keep my lean in
Am 
the community coffee pot
And I sip it out a cup with a coffee top
Em 
My  style so fuckin' unorthodox
Am 
My robin's jeans look like
Bm 
they got cof fee spots
Em 
On my old CD player,
I used to watch the Dolphins hop
Am 
Now I'm on the beach playin' with the sand,
Bm 
watchin' the Dolphins hop
Em 
Yeah, I should've said,
I'ma call your lil' bitch
Am 
with Krispy Kreme and see if
the donut's hot
Bm 
Em 
You liv in' on a budget,
I'm livin' like, fuck it
Am 
You livin' on a budget,
Bm 
I'm livin' like, fuck it
Em 
You livin' on a budget,
I'm livin' like fuck it
Am 
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck fuck it,
Bm 
fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Em 
I was gettin' it in, all up in jail
Am 
Bm 
Now I get it in, all through the mail
Em 
You reppin' how you post
till the dogs can't smell
Am 
Nothin', nothin', nothin',
Bm 
nothin', nothin', nothin'
Em 
Believe that, I   could've went to Southern
Am 
I could've went to Grammler
But I'm addicted to hustlin',
Bm 
it's hard to kick the ass
Em 
It's up with me, better get you a ladder
Am 
Bm 
And it better be tall as the tower of  Babel
Em 
Y   'all still sellin' rocks like Mr. Slate
Am 
Yabba -dabba, y 'all niggas late,
Bm 
Em 
it's time to switch the ants
You tryin' to get a ***, I won't burn it
Am 
I know that sound hot,
Bm 
but off a *** you can make a eight
Em 
Yeah, I go out of state when
Am 
I want a date
Custom hoes in my section on Section 8
Em 
Fresh outta jail,
Am 
no more dressin' like Garfield
I'm out here, my cup full in my Garfield
Em 
Me  and my baby blew
them bands in North Carolina
Am 
We  ballin', we could've played
Bm 
for the Tar Heels
Em 
Yeah, I like how I put that together
Am 
Baby blue, ballin',
Bm 
North Carolina, Tar Heels
Em 
You liv in' on a budget,
I'm livin' like, fuck it
Am 
You livin' on a budget,
Bm 
I'm livin' like, fuck it
Em 
You livin' on a budget,
I'm livin' like, fuck it
Am 
Bm 
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Em 
I was gettin' it in, all up in jail
Am 
Bm 
Nah, I get it in, all through the mail
Em 
You're rapping how you post
to the dogs, can't smell
Am 
Bm 
Nothing, nothing, nothing but love
Em 
And I'm living like fuck it,
I'm living like fuck it,
Am 
I'm living like fuck it,
Bm 
I'm living like fuck it,
Em 
I'm living like fuck it,
I'm living like fuck it
Am 
Bm 
Fuck it, yeah, yeah
Em 
I was getting it in, all up in jail
Am 
Bm 
Am 
Now I get it in, all through the mail
Em 
You rep it how you post
so the dogs can't smell
Am 
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,
nothing, nothing, nothing
Bm 
Believe that