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It's up
It's up
It's up
It's up
Yeah, that luh bih' don't know me, well, I push her to the side
Yeah, I'm goin' so fast up in that whip, you know I push that ride
Yeah, nigga be talkin all that shit, but I know that nigga don't slide
Yeah, you already know I got that blick, ain't tryna catch no vibe
Yeah, pull up on a nigga, knock em down
Just like a wall
Yeah, pull up on a nigga, cross em up
Watch that bih' fall
I'm goin' real fast, you know that I'm gone
Don't fall for the bit, nigga, no I'm not prone
I'm all on my grind, I stay in my zone
I'm not gon' pick up, bitch don't call my phone
I'm home alone, countin' them racks
I got a bag, nigga, from Saks
Told that bitch sit on my lap
Count that blue, nigga, that's facts
Too many drugs, nigga might relapse
Ya bitch, yeah, she trippin', I told her relax
Yeah, I'm goin up to the max
And I punch on these niggas like my name was Jax
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, punch on a nigga like Jax
Yeah, I got the racks
Yeah, I got a bag, nigga, from Saks
You know that that's facts
That nigga he snitched, that nigga a rat
So I gotta shoot that nigga in his back
Yeah, I got the nine and I got the mac, so now I gotta cut that bitch back, yeah
Yeah, that luh bih' don't know me, well, I push her to the side
Yeah, I'm goin' so fast up in that whip, you know I push that ride
Yeah, nigga be talkin all that shit, but I know that nigga don't slide
Yeah, you already know I got that blick, ain't tryna catch no vibe
Yeah, I got the mac-10
Stab a nigga in his back again
She said she gon' slide but she foldin'
Like a chair, nigga, know I'm rollin'
Yeah, free my nigga from parole man
I'm not really tryna romance
Just tryna count up these bands, while you suck it with no hands, yeah