Fuck Shit Up - Karl Wolf, Three 6 Mafia

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