Up Next
Yea
Yea yea
I need to get a bag (Yea)
I need the quick cash (The money)
They said I fell on my ass (Shit)
I'm 'bout to make me real mad (Fuck em)
Hop in a Private Jet (Fly)
The sky is the limit to flex (Bye)
I am the hottest youngin' in the game (Yea yea)
Nigga, I am up next (Yea)
I need to get a bag (Yea)
I need the quick cash (The money)
They said I fell on my ass (Shit)
I'm 'bout to make me real mad (Fuck em)
Hop in a Private Jet (Fly)
The sky is the limit to flex (Bye)
I am the hottest youngin' in the game (Yea yea)
Nigga, I am up next (Yea)
All these demons in my head
Told me dont fuck wit' these lames
And yeah I took me out the picture
They steady playing games
I'm goin insane, no Frankenstein
Won't loose my mind
Try to rewind, my present time
I'm up in the sky
Told em that I'm up now
See ya bitch, she wan fuck now
Want me to give her Givenchy, Versace
To buss down
I'm bussing the check
And yall know when I'm spitting these flows so fast
I'm the best
Bitch I am up next
And a nigga competing wit' these rappers
Like a contest
I'm not afraid to make a diss
Tell me if you want it
I'll put so much punchlines and metaphors
To have you running
You won't see me coming
The semi-automatic be bussing
Like a Rollie
Talking crazy out ya neck
My dogs, my killas will meet you out back
I just been working so hard
I can't even 'member the hits that I made
Goin over to ma Dad crib, writing lyrics
I was throwing shade (Yea)
Throw the money in they face
I really don't give a fuck
I'm riding shotty wit' da gang, bitch
Imma just go live it up
Ballin' like Roddy
I'm shooting these shots like I'm Curry
Get so much hype like I'm LeBron
Yea stupid bitch, I'm the one
It's Reem Da Illist
Puttin' commas in the stats of my music
I love to do this
Introduce it like a pollution (Yea woah)
I need to get a bag (Yea)
I need the quick cash (The money)
They said I fell on my ass (Shit)
I'm 'bout to make me real mad (Fuck em)
Hop in a Private Jet (Fly)
The sky is the limit to flex (Bye)
I am the hottest youngin' in the game (Yea yea)
Nigga, I am up next (Yea)
I need to get a bag (Yea)
I need the quick cash (The money)
They said I fell on my ass (Shit)
I'm 'bout to make me real mad (Fuck em)
Hop in a Private Jet (Fly)
The sky is the limit to flex (Bye)
I am the hottest youngin' in the game (Yea yea)
Nigga, I am up next (Yea)
Yea yea
I need to get a bag (Yea)
I need the quick cash (The money)
They said I fell on my ass (Shit)
I'm 'bout to make me real mad (Fuck em)
Hop in a Private Jet (Fly)
The sky is the limit to flex (Bye)
I am the hottest youngin' in the game (Yea yea)
Nigga, I am up next (Yea)
I need to get a bag (Yea)
I need the quick cash (The money)
They said I fell on my ass (Shit)
I'm 'bout to make me real mad (Fuck em)
Hop in a Private Jet (Fly)
The sky is the limit to flex (Bye)
I am the hottest youngin' in the game (Yea yea)
Nigga, I am up next (Yea)
All these demons in my head
Told me dont fuck wit' these lames
And yeah I took me out the picture
They steady playing games
I'm goin insane, no Frankenstein
Won't loose my mind
Try to rewind, my present time
I'm up in the sky
Told em that I'm up now
See ya bitch, she wan fuck now
Want me to give her Givenchy, Versace
To buss down
I'm bussing the check
And yall know when I'm spitting these flows so fast
I'm the best
Bitch I am up next
And a nigga competing wit' these rappers
Like a contest
I'm not afraid to make a diss
Tell me if you want it
I'll put so much punchlines and metaphors
To have you running
You won't see me coming
The semi-automatic be bussing
Like a Rollie
Talking crazy out ya neck
My dogs, my killas will meet you out back
I just been working so hard
I can't even 'member the hits that I made
Goin over to ma Dad crib, writing lyrics
I was throwing shade (Yea)
Throw the money in they face
I really don't give a fuck
I'm riding shotty wit' da gang, bitch
Imma just go live it up
Ballin' like Roddy
I'm shooting these shots like I'm Curry
Get so much hype like I'm LeBron
Yea stupid bitch, I'm the one
It's Reem Da Illist
Puttin' commas in the stats of my music
I love to do this
Introduce it like a pollution (Yea woah)
I need to get a bag (Yea)
I need the quick cash (The money)
They said I fell on my ass (Shit)
I'm 'bout to make me real mad (Fuck em)
Hop in a Private Jet (Fly)
The sky is the limit to flex (Bye)
I am the hottest youngin' in the game (Yea yea)
Nigga, I am up next (Yea)
I need to get a bag (Yea)
I need the quick cash (The money)
They said I fell on my ass (Shit)
I'm 'bout to make me real mad (Fuck em)
Hop in a Private Jet (Fly)
The sky is the limit to flex (Bye)
I am the hottest youngin' in the game (Yea yea)
Nigga, I am up next (Yea)
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Writer(s): Karim Whitfield
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