Up It

Folks trying to hit the V live boy
 There's too much of that
 Roll up on that shit there
 Ratchet shit shawty and em popping out the cut, fappin' shit
 Shawty know I'm tryna' brack it, her butt fat as shit
 Got a automatic under my jacket and I'm with it was happenin'
 I just popped a lil half a yerk so I'm feeling fantastic
 I'm like fuck it I'ma just go to work cause I been in the bank like Ashton
 I'll buy a lil bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston
 Hood bitch with me like a NASCAR driver she ain't been in no fast one
 And I'm smoking a v live she giving head while I'm drivin, I'ma fuck around crash it
 I'm like fuck it I wanna smash right now, I'ma take her to the mansion
 I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though even though they plastic
 In that new shit I can self park the whip, I'm feeling Jurassic
 And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist huh, look at the dash
 Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah I just fill it with cash
 Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash
 But it ain't really cause I'm faced with her lil basic ass
 Up it, up it, (ah) up it, nigga up it
 (uh) Nigga fuck it
 I'ma count this bitch and up it
 (uh) She gon' up it, up it
 Bitch up it
 Quick get to ducking
 Fuck it, bitch up it
 You ain't like yo neighbors, they lil racist ass
 You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past
 You hating on me cause I'm a young nigga and I chase the bag
 We ain't smoking but on nothing but exotic, you'll think we laced the bag
 I got my bitch a Chanel bag (uh), cost like twelve stacks
 Running track hoe (huh), fuck your hellcat
 And I'm a bad boy, I'm a bad influence
 Tell a nigga what he gon' do, make him fast forward
 And don't let no nigga hold you, keep that mag no Pro Tools
 Keep that bag
 Overheat that Mac
 And I'm a star, check my vv's
 You can't see these hoes from afar
 I mean you can beat these
 Don't care if you BD or if you GD
 We on that car
 Word to my ma, word to y'all
 Word to Allah, whoever your god
 Whatever nigga place him above this God
 Whatever a nigga make we gon' double it tomorrow
 Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
 Nigga fuck it
 I'ma count this bitch and up it
 She gon' up it
 Bitch up it
 Quick get to duckin
 Fuck it, bitch up it (up it)
 
 Folks trying to hit the V live boy
 There's too much of that
 Roll up on that shit there
 Ratchet shit shawty and em popping out the cut, fappin' shit
 Shawty know I'm tryna' brack it, her butt fat as shit
 Got a automatic under my jacket and I'm with it was happenin'
 I just popped a lil half a yerk so I'm feeling fantastic
 I'm like fuck it I'ma just go to work cause I been in the bank like Ashton
 I'll buy a lil bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston
 Hood bitch with me like a NASCAR driver she ain't been in no fast one
 And I'm smoking a v live she giving head while I'm drivin, I'ma fuck around crash it
 I'm like fuck it I wanna smash right now, I'ma take her to the mansion
 I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though even though they plastic
 In that new shit I can self park the whip, I'm feeling Jurassic
 And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist huh, look at the dash
 Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah I just fill it with cash
 Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash
 But it ain't really cause I'm faced with her lil basic ass
 Up it, up it, (ah) up it, nigga up it
 (uh) Nigga fuck it
 I'ma count this bitch and up it
 (uh) She gon' up it, up it
 Bitch up it
 Quick get to ducking
 Fuck it, bitch up it
 You ain't like yo neighbors, they lil racist ass
 You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past
 You hating on me cause I'm a young nigga and I chase the bag
 We ain't smoking but on nothing but exotic, you'll think we laced the bag
 I got my bitch a Chanel bag (uh), cost like twelve stacks
 Running track hoe (huh), fuck your hellcat
 And I'm a bad boy, I'm a bad influence
 Tell a nigga what he gon' do, make him fast forward
 And don't let no nigga hold you, keep that mag no Pro Tools
 Keep that bag
 Overheat that Mac
 And I'm a star, check my vv's
 You can't see these hoes from afar
 I mean you can beat these
 Don't care if you BD or if you GD
 We on that car
 Word to my ma, word to y'all
 Word to Allah, whoever your god
 Whatever nigga place him above this God
 Whatever a nigga make we gon' double it tomorrow
 Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
 Nigga fuck it
 I'ma count this bitch and up it
 She gon' up it
 Bitch up it
 Quick get to duckin
 Fuck it, bitch up it (up it)