Wrap It Up

Bish shut up, my chick tun' up
We get too lit I might spill my cup
The blick it tuck when shit get tough
It ain't what I want but these niggas is dumb
(Yuh)
Just tryna live while we young
So much on my shoulders, I weigh like a ton
Rum on my tongue and the smoke in my lungs
She hitting my number, I hit like a drum

Ay
Stack it up
She got some ass
Back it up
Me and the fam
Dapping up
We get the bag
Then we laugh it up
Ay
Wrap it up
Say he a hitter
Then batter up
Talking that shit
It ain't adding up
We was down bad
We had enough

They tryna bite
Dracula
Get the bread then I flip it like spatula
It's so spectacular, my bitch she natural
She got my back like a scapula
(Yeah that's us)
Abra Cadabra
This flow is too magical
Actual, none of these niggas is factual
We from the north, Canada
Run it up like horse, I got stamina

Stack it up
She got some ass
Back it up
Me and the fam
Dapping up
We get the bag
Then we laugh it up
Ay
Wrap it up
Say he a hitter
Then batter up
Talking that shit
It ain't adding up
We was down bad
We had enough

9 o'clock on the dot
You can't find me
I be coolin' on my own
So don't call to me
Just let it be, let it be, let it be
Ain't no gettin' me
Ain't no tricking me
I don't want nun' to do with you
Ain't no way I'm choosing you
Told you I been through it's true
Running back like deja vu
Don't come hit my line no
Oh, you ain't my type no
Got me in a spiral
Imma end the cycle

Stack it up
She got some ass
Back it up
Me and the fam
Dapping up
We get the bag
Then we laugh it up
Ay
Wrap it up
Say he a hitter
Then batter up
Talking that shit
It ain't adding up
We was down bad
We had enough

Stack it up
She got some ass
Back it up
Me and the fam
Dapping up
We get the bag
Then we laugh it up
Ay
Wrap it up
Say he a hitter
Then batter up
Talking that shit
It ain't adding up
We was down bad
We had enough



Credits
Writer(s): Shamar Smith
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