Fuck it

Lyrics

[Hook: Z] Taking back to where we shut the whole stage down (shut it) quarantine the mic when I spray now Everybody round better lay down money on the ground Pick it up when we say that you better not touch it I've worked way too hard anybody tryna move I'ma bust it And when I fling these bars I'm going straight retard like fuck it [Verse 1: Marco Parks] All we do is kill instrumentals and get to dumping on bitch niggas with lyrical bullets I'm pulling the trigger Venom is killing delivering every hit to your eardrum Here comes Marco Sticking my dick in a bearer's cunt we applaud Marco Oh my God it's a must we kill it tryna be gold trying are hardest So we not, we with it in the dungeon Raping Rapunzel acting it out fo' When nothing can stop me cause now I'm livid Raise stuck in the gage up in a maze I'm amazing then we gaze Tryna get plays on the radio station We blaze running the stage while these haters be hating Thinking of perpetrating tryna get better cause they miss waiting Porta-Rican bussing triggers from the ceiling Villain on the broke But then a motherfucker put us only in the moment Soon to be kicking it like Jonny Cage Mortal Kombat we kill it fatality cause we're [Hook: Z] Taking back to where we shut the whole stage down (shut it) quarantine the mic when I spray now Everybody round better lay down money on the ground Pick it up when we say that you better not touch it I've worked way too hard anybody tryna move I'ma bust it And when I fling these bars I'm going straight retard like fuck it [Verse 2: Z] I can holler were they sweeped up out the hood and Then L-l-l-let em back in no acting on what I say I do Step up for the stage and give us something with the paper to I block on with the chopper or the mic I pull the iron through It's not the pain and ball peddle like omega do Then smack a fucking pecker though her leg go like an angle do I'm mentally unstable catch my tempo was it a leg or two I use my temper run through the leg or two Look at the motherfucker it's like I'm nutty, buddy I'ma go rip this pack I swear their money, gutty Dumping it for the pump I turn the body rutty Firing squad quad dump like get in the splooge tummy The dead pool's bled all red now fuck with me I walk on stage full with the crowd fuck with me I'm tryna hang it like you sane no custody This firing squad bitch brain Marco fuck with me [Hook: Z] Taking back to where we shut the whole stage down (shut it) quarantine the mic when I spray now Everybody round better lay down money on the ground Pick it up when we say that you better not touch it I've worked way too hard anybody tryna move I'ma bust it And when I fling these bars I'm going straight retard like fuck it