Ybn Nahmir Fuck It Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Hitmaka
Hold up

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad, but clumsy
She want the bag and the money
Late nights, no talkin'
Pay the price when she walk in
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
I walked in hella fly, helicopter all on me
I told her she can back it up, I keep that chopper on me
I got weed on me, I got Percs on me
Baby, tell me what you drinkin', Everything on me
I ain't trippin' off them lil' niggas way across the room
Boy, I been gettin' it crackin', nigga, don't you see the wounds?
I got about twenty-five goons with me
So tell me how the f*ck a nigga gon' hit me? Hah

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir & Yung Miami]
She bad, but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin' (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up (She gon' f*ck it up)
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up (She gon' f*ck it up)
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up (Miami)

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
I need a nigga with an M, huh
To match my drip, huh
I just got a Bentley and a Benz, huh
I make a rich nigga taste it (Taste it)
Make him buy Birkin bags, not Gucci 'cause they racist (Hell nah)
I f*ck him face down, ass up
Bad bitch and my cash up
Type to make your nigga dick stand up
Put it in my guts, better f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Better not catch a nut, let me slurp it up Bitch, I'm raw, not basic
Ass fat but it look fatter when I'm naked
I wanna boss that's low-key, not too loud
When he wanna link, he send a ticket, get me flewed out (Period)

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad, but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin' (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up (She gon' f*ck it up)
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up (She gon' f*ck it up)
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up

[Verse 3: Tyga]
She gon' make ten grand, how she pop it on me
I ain't James Harden, but I keep the rocket on me (Bah)
I be ballin' like chef, niggas not in my league (No)
How you get so bad? 'Cause your mama a freak
Wanna be like daddy, she remind me of me
And I lick it so sweet, whipped cream on your feet
Drinkin' sex on the beach, got you wet on the ski
And your bitch send me nudes, I can't wait 'til we meet
I'm a nasty ass nigga, gorilla
Two bitches twist on my dick like a Twizzler
A nigga like me stay hot through the winter
I told her we could link, hit me up after dinner

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad, but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin' (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up (She gon' f*ck it up)
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up (She gon' f*ck it up)
Ayy, she gon' f*ck it up, she gon' f*ck it up