UP!

I'm going up and it's stuck
She wanna shot It's all in her cup
Pull up in a brinks, a truck
She wanna link I think wanna cuff
They think I don't think enough
I know that it's safe cause Sauce in the cut
Wasn't you who I thought you was
Quarterback in the field but I run it up

Like she got the pinkest stuff
I'm a squid cause I inked it up
Where you at when we linking up
On the week need that weekend love
Takin shots like you drink enough
Now she doing kinky stuff
Actin' bad gotta keep it up
Throwing hooks like Kareem
(Wait)
I just do what a baller would do
I just move how a baller would move
Mookie passing it to me I shoot
To the moon with no roof in a coupe
Sold it all it's like magic and poof
Get it off, you don't need a excuse
GSB like the army the troops
Feel like Nike we checking shit swoosh
I can't wait til I get me a chain
For my niggas that hung from a noose
Fuck a friend dog I'm cutting 'em loose
Hit her once but she came for the deuce
Seen a opp he was callin' a truce
Now I'm looking at him he confused
He was talking all tough wit his crew
I guess what a sucka would do
Hit his bitch and she gave me a boost
She handle me like a masseuse
She was talkin' a baby produce
One of me but she wanna make two
(Ooh)
But she was too loose
On the block like Ndamukong Suh
Use to have it was grinding with you
Guess it was wrong timing with you
(Ayy)

I'm going up and it's stuck
She wanna shot It's all in her cup
Pull up in a brinks, a truck
She wanna link I think wanna cuff
They think I don't think enough
I know that it's safe cause Sauce in the cut
Wasn't you who I thought you was
Quarterback in the field but I run it up



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Writer(s): Houston Johnson
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