T-Up

I learned bout the world through Ms. Tia
I was down but she told me to T up
These niggas post bread to the ear
But I heard through the phone that's they re-up
Said you want fetti I need you to speak up
I'm wit two baddies I want me a threesome
They just some pretty la bitties wit d cups
We ain't shooting dice imma tell 'em to cheek up

How you that nigga
I heard what you said and you told me you didnt
I'm really that nigga I said it I meant I did it it's fuck how you feeling
Tuh I ain't chilling
I ain't reach me a mf million
I ain't trynna fit in I ain't a chameleon
I ain't a civillian I know that I'm different
I was broke I ain't going back
I got hustle in me I can't go for that
And my bitch really wanna louis bag
I would give it to her but she too attatched
And it's fuck what you on we ain't on that
You be snitching nigga we ain't doing that
Got the liquor in me where the whores at
See ya bitch cool mine more phat
But ya bitch choose I torch that
She fucking me good I record that
I tripled the bag tripled the drag
Trippled my bitches now all of em bad
I tripled my swag now they be mad
I remember when them bitches would laugh
Now they ain't using they hands
They clap clap clapping that ass
Bout to spazz out bring the racks out
Show them niggas how we built a cash route
Show them niggas how we didn't tap out
When ya mother crib feel like a traphouse
I'm the hardest out and that's handsdown
Niggas bitches I can say they trans now
Fuck it imma let the cash pile
Imma mind my business that's their style

I learned bout the world through Ms. Tia
I was down but she told me to T up
These niggas post bread to the ear
But I heard through the phone that's they re-up
Said you want fetti I need you to speak up
I'm wit two baddies I want me a threesome
They just some pretty la bitties wit d cups
We ain't shooting dice imma tell 'em to cheek up