Wiz Khalifa – Fucc Shit (feat. Menace) Lyrics

Fucc Shit

Wiz Khalifa (feat. Menace)

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"Fucc Shit." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Menace)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 04:52 am

Album: Cabin Fever 2

Track No: 02

Sledgren, you stupid for this one
Berner brought that pack (hahaha)
Uh
I always had hard beats to rap to (beats to rap to)
Always had strong, always had that sack too (had that sack too)
I was just a young **** gettin' tattoos (gettin' tattoos)
Now they say I'm on, yeah, they say I'm that dude (say I'm that dude)
Grade A, I'm smoking honor roll (honor roll)
All my clothes smell like chronic smoke (chronic smoke)
Shades on 'cause I'm fuckin' faded (fuckin' faded)
Buyin' all the bottles, show the club we made it (club we made it)
Now you may think that you're so good that you smilin' at that fuck shit, but I know
Now you may think that you're so good that you smilin' at that fuck shit, but I know
Now you may think that you're so good that you smilin' at that fuck shit, but I know
Now you may think that you're so good that you smilin' at that fuck shit, but I know, uh
I can see through all the bullshit (bullshit)
I'ma light a joint and make you do a full spin (full spin)
I'ma fly first class with all my **** I'm cool with (cool with)
I'ma hit the club with 50 grand and lose it, uh (lose it)
Faded off gin (faded off gin)
Last call for alcohol (alcohol)
I brought it all out, I'm gon' spend (gon' spend)
My homies got all of 'em in ('em in)
And **** be mad at us 'cause they ain't ballin'
They money ain't tall as us (money ain't tall as us)
But I never worry 'bout **** who talk that shit
But they can't follow us (can't follow us)
Now you may think that you're so good that you smilin' at that fuck shit, but I know (that's tight)
Now you may think that you're so good that you smilin' at that fuck shit, but I know
Now you may think that you're so good that you smilin' at that fuck shit, but I know (yeah)
Now you may think that you're so good that you smilin' at that fuck shit, but I know
(Wiz, what up with it?)
Now look how I rep the shit that I was raised on (yeah)
And them dollar signs what it's based on
And I roll around, and I do me (do me)
Spent a long time in that hooptie (hooptie)
But I get it in, smoke a lot of trees, drink a lot of gin
**** like me got a couple friends and a couple bottles and a couple bands
But I'm all in
Came in the game balling (ballin')
My old school, what is y'all in? (Y'all in)
And I'm cashin' out and y'all stallin' (stallin')
End of the night, yo bitch, I'm callin' (bitch, I'm callin')
But fuck it, ****, wanna roll with me?
Let her fire it up, let her smoke with me (yeah)
She don't fuck with lames, but she love a G
And she love the way that I slang the D (D)
But I'm in the club and don't fuck with haters
Don't need them **** tryna bother me (nah)
But I'm poppin' bottles for the time to be (yeah)
Standin' on the couch, call it luxury
Little model chicks wanna fuck with me
Wanna smoke with me, wanna drink with me (yeah)
Wanna come with me, but I'm in and out
Like I'm 'posed to be, still smokin' trees
Now you may think that you're so good that you smilin' at that fuck shit, but I know
Now you may think that you're so good that you smilin' at that fuck shit, but I know
Now you may think that you're so good that you smilin' at that fuck shit, but I know (but I know)
Now you may think that you're so good that you smilin' at that fuck shit, but I know (but I know)

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa & Michael Taylor.

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