Up!

ABSTRKT
Fah, fah, fah
(Sensei, you spit!)
Bee, gang

Real deal, real spill, niggas ain't been doing drills
I can't trip about no ho, no, you can't catch me in my feels
Niggas mad I got they shawty bouncing back just like a reel
Everybody be two-faced nowadays, you just gotta wait for they reveal
I just text my lawyer, "Did this check hit?"
Niggas moving reckless until they end up neckless (on God)
Niggas be police in my DM like, "What your set is?" (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
And I got four Glocks with the dot, so let's connect them

Connect four hoes to the BNB
She say, "'DAMI, what do you see in me?"(Gang)
Can you teach me how to bust EDD (fah)
My best friend, she ain't with PNC (fah, fah, fah)
I ain't going for shit, I can't go
Don't hit mе if it ain't about pesos
I got white in this truck, no mayo
No place KA$HDAMI can't go but up

Niggas not fucking with us (on God)
Nigga, plеase, don't try your luck (fah)
Your music trash, I heard enough (fah)
Your bitch call me daddy then you is my son
I stay with my Glock, keep rule of thumb
This gas pack thrax, it hit my lung
Your mans wearing Champion, he a bum, aye (fah, fah, fah, fah)

Real deal, real spill, niggas ain't been doing drills
I can't trip about no ho, no, you can't catch me in my feels
Niggas mad I got they shawty bouncing back just like a reel
Everybody be two-faced nowadays, you just gotta wait for they reveal
I just text my lawyer, "Did this check hit?"
Niggas moving reckless until they end up neckless
Niggas be police in my DM like, "What your set is?"
And I got four Glocks with the dot, so let's connect them



Credits
Writer(s): David Wallace, Will Taylor, Tywonn Within, Robert Gemmel
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