Gil - Fuckin It Up Lyrics

You know, we know
Fake shows, fake hoes man
We ain't fucking with those
Woah, woah, woah
Wake up, yeah, top of the morning
I'm done with the mourning
Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up
Haters is clowns in my circus
Yeah like a meniscus
You know that I'm tearing it up
Making the waves in my city
The water is frisky
Like hose, yeah I'm wetting it up
Homie I'm fucking it up
Guessing it, what?
Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up
Ain't selling beliefs for endorsements
These people were dormant
But now I am waking them up
Baking and getting the cake
Yeah it's thirty, on forty, on fifty
I'm counting it up
Winning can come with a doubt
So my mother and father are scared
That I'll take it too far
Promise I won't fuck it up
People ain't ready
Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up
People are claiming democracy
But I still struggle with finding my freedom of speech
Half of my words, against policy
Cancelling warriors are present and trying to reach
That's what I'm calling hypocrisy
What twisted prophecy people applying to teach?
Fuck the trouble, fuck your muzzle, leave you puzzled
'Cause little homie, it is what it is
Coming in heavy like I've eaten plenty
These people be petty, they carrying envy
Approaching me steady, don't try me, I'm ready
Straight into the cut, bitch I come with machetes
Yes, I'm carrying faith, carrying faith
Yes, I'm counting on fate, counting on fate
Bitch, I'm flying away, flying away
So get the fuck out my face bitch
New age don't come with the basics
Come with a thing I call facelift
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We see a bag and we chase it
Old age, I hope they embrace it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Spray like a chopper from Columbine
If a foe touch me, I'ma sting him like a porcupine
Most them people snakes, slither round
They got no spine, sublime
Homie don't rush me 'cause it take time
Wake up, yeah, top of the morning
I'm done with the mourning
Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up
Haters is clowns in my circus
Yeah like a meniscus
You know that I'm tearing it up
Making the waves in my city
The water is frisky
Like hose, yeah I'm wetting it up
Homie I'm fucking it up
Guessing it, what?
Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up
Ain't selling beliefs for endorsements
These people were dormant
But now I am waking them up
Baking and getting the cake
Yeah it's 30, on 40, on 50
I'm counting it up
Winning can come with a doubt
So my mother and father are scared
That I'll take it too far
Promise I won't fuck it up
People ain't ready
Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up
Awe shit man
MRE in this bitch man
Fuck is you talking about?
Man, fuck do you mean?
Money rules everything bro, remember the name
'Cause we out here man
We're in this bitch, never stopping
Fuck, fucking it up, aye

You know, we know
Fake shows, fake hoes man
We ain't fucking with those
Woah, woah, woah
Wake up, yeah, top of the morning
I'm done with the mourning
Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up
Haters is clowns in my circus
Yeah like a meniscus
You know that I'm tearing it up
Making the waves in my city
The water is frisky
Like hose, yeah I'm wetting it up
Homie I'm fucking it up
Guessing it, what?
Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up
Ain't selling beliefs for endorsements
These people were dormant
But now I am waking them up
Baking and getting the cake
Yeah it's thirty, on forty, on fifty
I'm counting it up
Winning can come with a doubt
So my mother and father are scared
That I'll take it too far
Promise I won't fuck it up
People ain't ready
Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up
People are claiming democracy
But I still struggle with finding my freedom of speech
Half of my words, against policy
Cancelling warriors are present and trying to reach
That's what I'm calling hypocrisy
What twisted prophecy people applying to teach?
Fuck the trouble, fuck your muzzle, leave you puzzled
'Cause little homie, it is what it is
Coming in heavy like I've eaten plenty
These people be petty, they carrying envy
Approaching me steady, don't try me, I'm ready
Straight into the cut, bitch I come with machetes
Yes, I'm carrying faith, carrying faith
Yes, I'm counting on fate, counting on fate
Bitch, I'm flying away, flying away
So get the fuck out my face bitch
New age don't come with the basics
Come with a thing I call facelift
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We see a bag and we chase it
Old age, I hope they embrace it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Spray like a chopper from Columbine
If a foe touch me, I'ma sting him like a porcupine
Most them people snakes, slither round
They got no spine, sublime
Homie don't rush me 'cause it take time
Wake up, yeah, top of the morning
I'm done with the mourning
Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up
Haters is clowns in my circus
Yeah like a meniscus
You know that I'm tearing it up
Making the waves in my city
The water is frisky
Like hose, yeah I'm wetting it up
Homie I'm fucking it up
Guessing it, what?
Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up
Ain't selling beliefs for endorsements
These people were dormant
But now I am waking them up
Baking and getting the cake
Yeah it's 30, on 40, on 50
I'm counting it up
Winning can come with a doubt
So my mother and father are scared
That I'll take it too far
Promise I won't fuck it up
People ain't ready
Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up
Awe shit man
MRE in this bitch man
Fuck is you talking about?
Man, fuck do you mean?
Money rules everything bro, remember the name
'Cause we out here man
We're in this bitch, never stopping
Fuck, fucking it up, aye