fists up

Put your fists up, keep that Glick tucked
We gon' run up, huh, and he won't get up
Put your fists up, keep that Glick tucked
We gon' run up, huh, and he won't get up

Got this ice up on my neck like Adventure Time, bitch, I'm a king
And my money is tall, it's a center, bitch, in the NBA like Yao Ming
Yeah, nigga, you don't know my name? midwxst, nigga, search me up on Bing, huh
And I'm not knocking on no door, kicking in that bitch like the damn SWAT team
If I'm being honest, I'm tired of niggas
If I'm being honest, I'm tired of lames
They claiming that they getting money, big figures
I live in the night like my name is Bruce Wayne
This a long night, finna roll me another
She wanna come take off my Undercovers
I need that money, my partner, my lover
You don't want smoke, boy, I'll go fuck your mother, huh
Yeah, and that shit is on God, nigga, don't try me, that's on me
Oh, yeah, and I roll with my squad, nigga, you already know that we roll deep
Oh, yeah, and he still work a job, I don't know why he's talkin' 'bout me
I send the addy and they gon' slide, already know they gon' pop for me (Du-du-du-du, yeah)

Put your fists up, keep that Glick tucked
We gon' run up, huh, and he won't get up
Put your fists up, keep that Glick tucked
We gon' run up, huh, and he won't get up

Put your fists up, keep that Glick tucked
We gon' run up, huh, and he won't get up
Put your fists up, keep that Glick tucked
We gon' run up, huh, and he won't get up

Yeah
Wxstwrld, bitch, huh
Ayy, wxstwrld, wxstwrld, bitch
You know the mo'fucking vibes
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah, fye



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