Up!

Yeah, Bad bitch booted up
Yeah we zooted up
Yeah we booted up
Got sauce, gotta whip it up
Peep my style, yeah I'm suited up
On a pill, got me boosted up
On chill, yeah I'm flooded up

I got more phones than hoes
I got more phones than hoes
I got more phones than hoes
I got more phones than hoes
I don't go to the club
Don't really be liking those
In a foreign dashing up
Suicidal doors, yeah

A bigger bag come along wit' a bigger bitch
That girl wet up like my wrist
Got a cross tatted on her, Swiss
Talkin' all crazy, that girl tryna kiss
She say Roto baby. how do you not miss
Stare up my soul, look up in the abyss
Tell me hitman, put her on a hitlist
It's always that, oh no, it's never this
Niggas they hate me, start callin' me Chris
They not a problem, can always dismiss them
Whole 'nother rich, thas' a big dam
She got ass and that shi' heavy
I got swag, they say he so heavy
Roto so heavy, so heavy, so heavy
I don't even walk, yeah I only go levy

Yeah, Bad bitch booted up
Yeah we zooted up
Yeah we booted up
Got sauce, gotta whip it up
Peep my style, yeah I'm suited up
On a pill, got me boosted up
On chill, yeah I'm flooded up

I got more phones than hoes
Phones than hoes
I don't go to the club
In a foreign dashing up



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Writer(s): Beckham Kayembe
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