Lyrics Fuck Shit Up - Karl Wolf, Three 6 Mafia

Fuck Shit Up

It’s going down, UGP
Yea, let’s go Uuh ey, uuh ey Uuh ey, uuh
My ears all rocky and my wrist all froze
Champagne in my glass, I’m surrounded by hoes
You know, you know, you know that I f*ck shit up You know, you know, you know that I f*ck shit up Hey hey hey I don’t care who you are
What you do or who you with
Tonight we party and I’m on my Vegas shit
These girls are flashy flashy spinnin' spinnin' outta control
I ain’t gonna stop this party 'cause I’m f*ckin' rock 'n' roll
Last call for alcohol
I’ma shut this motherf*cker down hey
Don’t stop till the sun come up Cause I’m gonna turn this party up My ears all rocky and my wrist all froze
Champagne in my glass, I’m surrounded by hoes
You know, you know, you know that I f*ck shit up You know, you know, you know that I f*ck shit up These chicks is stupid crazy
Got me on the bar getting wasted
I’m feeling like incredible Hulk
Cause I’m about to break shit
From the dance floor to the window
To the motherf*cker wall
Hey hey I run this shit, now stop
Last call for alcohol
I’ma shut this motherf*cker down hey
Don’t stop till the sun come up Cause I’m gonna turn this party up My ears all rocky and my wrist all froze
Champagne in my glass, I’m surrounded by hoes
You know, you know, you know that I f*ck shit up You know, you know, you know that I f*ck shit up 5 chicks, twenty bottles and a bag of (?)
I’m on some rockstar shit, I’m jumping in the crowd
It’s stoners night, it’s stoners night
Twenty racks I’m in Vegas with some n*gga's wife
Takin' me to freak to the playboy suite, room service to treat me All these hoes gonna tag along, take a seat, take off the clothes
Doin' all groupies from the show
I don’t buy bars, I own the floor
I get higher than an airplane
Juicy J is the new Rick James
My ears all rocky and my wrist all froze
Champagne in my glass, I’m surrounded by hoes
You know, you know, you know that I f*ck shit up You know, you know, you know that I f*ck shit up