Get Up Get Out
Get up nigga
Uh
Nigga Rosemont shit nigga
Uh
Yeah
Country ass nigga I was made for this shit
Came from the park
We was raised in this shit
Fuck your Pokémon cards
We was taking them shits
I'ma hit your ass first
Like I'm Ray J and shit
And I knew I was a star
I was wasting my shit
Remember I was working at Macy's and shit
It was hard but I had to keep chasing this shit
I was changing the prices on bracelets and shit
I couldn't pay for the shit
If he reach for the stick
Then I'm giving it to him
Want smoke then we piffing him up
She want to take all of that fat from her stomach
Yeah and go put it in her butt
She broke loaf with me back in the days
So I'ma love her no matter what
But let a nigga try me at the function
And I'ma come blow this bitch up
Yeah suck my dick and wipe the cum off
No matter how pornographic it may come off
No matter how much I say I love you
I fuck off
Not a regular nigga you could just cut off
Now tell me the reason why your volume cut off
All we do is fuck and eat and get ducked off
Rip and running up them bands dripping swag
Know you probably in Tampa stripping yo butt off
What
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get out
Get up off your ass nigga
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get you some money mane
Yeah
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get out
What
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get out
And get something nigga
Yeah
I said mama no offense
But I'ma buy my own chains
Income I need more streams
Baby boy got Porsche dreams
And I need them Dior frames
Even if I got to make a door swing
Guess what
Bitch I'ma do it
Catch me a stain
Let's do it
Rappers need chains
It's stupid
I use to substitute teach
How I'm going to flex on the students
They like go get you a cuban
I'm like na fuck that I'm cooling
A bitch better like me for Julian
If not I'ma have to remove her
Gotta get up and get moving
Beat it
Don't let them days of your life
Pass by
Because you and I
Got to do for
You and I
Fuck the troopers
Free the guys
How you going to make it
If you never
Even try
Don't spend all your time
Trying to get high
What
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get out
Get up off your ass nigga
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get you some money mane
Yeah
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get out
What
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get out
And get something nigga
DJ Peek
Uh
Nigga Rosemont shit nigga
Uh
Yeah
Country ass nigga I was made for this shit
Came from the park
We was raised in this shit
Fuck your Pokémon cards
We was taking them shits
I'ma hit your ass first
Like I'm Ray J and shit
And I knew I was a star
I was wasting my shit
Remember I was working at Macy's and shit
It was hard but I had to keep chasing this shit
I was changing the prices on bracelets and shit
I couldn't pay for the shit
If he reach for the stick
Then I'm giving it to him
Want smoke then we piffing him up
She want to take all of that fat from her stomach
Yeah and go put it in her butt
She broke loaf with me back in the days
So I'ma love her no matter what
But let a nigga try me at the function
And I'ma come blow this bitch up
Yeah suck my dick and wipe the cum off
No matter how pornographic it may come off
No matter how much I say I love you
I fuck off
Not a regular nigga you could just cut off
Now tell me the reason why your volume cut off
All we do is fuck and eat and get ducked off
Rip and running up them bands dripping swag
Know you probably in Tampa stripping yo butt off
What
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get out
Get up off your ass nigga
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get you some money mane
Yeah
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get out
What
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get out
And get something nigga
Yeah
I said mama no offense
But I'ma buy my own chains
Income I need more streams
Baby boy got Porsche dreams
And I need them Dior frames
Even if I got to make a door swing
Guess what
Bitch I'ma do it
Catch me a stain
Let's do it
Rappers need chains
It's stupid
I use to substitute teach
How I'm going to flex on the students
They like go get you a cuban
I'm like na fuck that I'm cooling
A bitch better like me for Julian
If not I'ma have to remove her
Gotta get up and get moving
Beat it
Don't let them days of your life
Pass by
Because you and I
Got to do for
You and I
Fuck the troopers
Free the guys
How you going to make it
If you never
Even try
Don't spend all your time
Trying to get high
What
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get out
Get up off your ass nigga
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get you some money mane
Yeah
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get out
What
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get out
And get something nigga
DJ Peek
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Writer(s): Julian Harris
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