Lyrics
This should be played at high volume
(Yeah) get 'em up
Get 'em up (yeah)
(Preferably in a residential area)
Get 'em up (yeah, yeah)
Get 'em up (yeah, yeah)
Get 'em up (yeah, yeah)
Get 'em up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get 'em up (yeah, what?)
Whoop that trick (yeah)
Whoop that trick (yeah)
Whoop that trick (yeah)
Whoop that trick (yeah)
Whoop that trick (yeah)
Whoop that trick (yeah)
Whoop that trick (yeah)
Whoop that trick (what? What? What?)
Hundred thousand dollar chain, still, I'm in a bad mood
Glock in my denim, make 'em stress like a damn zoo
Hit 'em with the switch, baby girl is a handful
Rappers buying pieces, paying fifty for enamel
Always come to zero if you know it how to gamble
All that fame, pull up on a fake and get ya hand dull
He-he tried to reach, he died for it, he touch the handle
Grip, never slip, tag, take on the blammer
Glitz and the glamor, I don't need that
Blood dripping from the lantern, can you feel that?
Fuck a hood, I'm in the woods where you can't go
Ran into BONES, left him cold in the garden like Brando
(Yeah) get 'em up
Get 'em up (yeah)
Get 'em up (yeah, yeah)
Get 'em up (yeah, yeah)
Get 'em up (yeah, yeah)
Get 'em up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get 'em up (yeah, what?)
(Whoop that trick, yeah)
(Whoop that trick, yeah)
(Whoop that trick, yeah)
(Whoop that trick, yeah)
(Whoop that trick, yeah)
(Whoop that trick, yeah)
(Whoop that trick, yeah)
Whoop that trick (what? What? What?)
Straight out that 517