Fuck It Up King Jefe (Ft. Juice WRLD)

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[Intro: King Jefe]
Yeah, woah
King Jefe
Enviyon on the mix
CaliBaset Beats
Turn up, turn up

[Chorus: King Jefe]
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What), fuck it up, fuck it up (What)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up), fuck it up (Fuck it up), fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Fuck up a stack, get it right back (What?)
Get a little fame, don't know how to act (Yeah)
Run up my sack pockets tight again (Yeah)
If you run up wrong, lose your life, man (Damn)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What), fuck it up (What), fuck it up (What)
Fuck up a stack, get it right back
Get a little fame, don't know how to act (Nah)
Run up my sack pockets tight again (Yeah)
If you run up wrong, lose your life, man (Yeah)

[Verse 1: King Jefe]
Fuck up a stack, get it right back (Huh?)
Count it up steady countin' checks
Never gotta flex, never gotta front (Uh, uh)
I'm a fucking god you a fucking bum (Damn)
You gon' keep talking all that tough talk, bullets hotter than the mother fucking sun (Boom boom boom)
Never asked for a fucking handout, know you niggas got your fucking hands out (What?)
It's the time for you young niggas talking stand up you fucking stand down (Yeah)
I'ma get with mines if you is or not fucking with me
Steady, looking for the time (Uh huh) with a cup full of lean (Uh huh)
Nigga, I don't gotta touch shit, yeah I got the .40 XD with a red fucking beam (Damn, damn, damn, damn)