Up That Sh!t

Try to fuck with us
We gone up that shit
Then niggas know we dangerous
Got 100 Clips
You niggas can't even Fuck with us
I like to talk my shit
And if you try to hang with us
Then we gone up that shit

We ain't worried about these niggas
We ain't worried about these bitches

We ain't worried about these niggas
We ain't worried about these bitches

We just trynna do it rich
We just get them lit (let me talk to them Reef)
We ain't worried about shit we just trying to flip a brick
Yea
Yea
Yea
Ok I cut her off no lumberjack (bitch)
I'm serving snow and smoking pack (serving)
Ain't slept in 4 days my main bitch call me an insomniac (I can't sleep)

I shot to kill kill when I rap
And I ain't with the chitty chat (nah)
Lost my way at first but found the gold just like a treasure map (I Found the Gold)

I'm flying to the fucking green
I'm fresher than some listerine (fresh)
Bought some ugly white girl cut it up now she's a pageant queen

I'm Smoking on imported weed
My favorite thing is currency
Got my side bitch pregnant hit her up I'm like abort it please

My trap is strong No Hercules (strong)
My past is filled with burglaries (filled)
Yea I like to rap but I swear Cutting work my expertise (cut it)

A thousand dollars on my jeans (damn)
I use to eat on pork n beans (Damn)
Now i got the pounds
And all my nuggets got straight purple leaves (Let's Go)

Versace tees
Exorbitant fees
This shirt here from over seas (Goddamn)

Pushing keys
Smoking Ps
You'll never see a sober me
(I'm off the shit)

My Flows unique
I never think
Versace dishes in my sink
(They in my sink)

Me and Reef gone up that shit and slide just like hokey rink



Credits
Writer(s): Sharif Ford
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