Up Now
Yeah
Ahh
Ahh
Mmm
I'ma pull up on his bitch like, what's up now Shawty hit me on my phone
She know I'm up now
Ten shots
Ten blunts
Can't come down
I got shooters that be quick
They running up now
Pour Bacardi at the party
And I'm with your shawty, yeah
I be smokin' to the face
And I be high as sunny, yeah
I ain't hangin' with no bitch
That bitch actin' funny, yeah
I be zooted up all night
You can catch me in the trap
I be high
Yeah
Zooted as a bitch
I'm speedin' down the highway,
I might have to crash this whip
I been throwin' up all night
I drink till I'm feelin' sick
Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah
Cause I don't give a,
What
I be gettin' faded, yeah you know I'm always lit
I'ma pull up on his main
I might have to hit it quick
Like, bop, bop,
Bop, bop, bow, yeah,
That's just how it is
Bout to fly to London
Put a hundred on a crib
And I'm bout to cash a check,
blow a hundred out my wrist
I'ma pull up on his bitch like, what's up now Shawty hit me on my phone
She know I'm up now
Ten shots
Ten blunts
Can't come down
I got shooters that be quick
They running up now
Pour Bacardi at the party
And I'm with your shawty, yeah
I be smokin' to the face
And I be high as sunny, yeah
I ain't hangin' with no bitch
That bitch actin' funny, yeah
I be zooted up all night
You can catch me in the trap
Ahh
Ahh
Mmm
I'ma pull up on his bitch like, what's up now Shawty hit me on my phone
She know I'm up now
Ten shots
Ten blunts
Can't come down
I got shooters that be quick
They running up now
Pour Bacardi at the party
And I'm with your shawty, yeah
I be smokin' to the face
And I be high as sunny, yeah
I ain't hangin' with no bitch
That bitch actin' funny, yeah
I be zooted up all night
You can catch me in the trap
I be high
Yeah
Zooted as a bitch
I'm speedin' down the highway,
I might have to crash this whip
I been throwin' up all night
I drink till I'm feelin' sick
Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah
Cause I don't give a,
What
I be gettin' faded, yeah you know I'm always lit
I'ma pull up on his main
I might have to hit it quick
Like, bop, bop,
Bop, bop, bow, yeah,
That's just how it is
Bout to fly to London
Put a hundred on a crib
And I'm bout to cash a check,
blow a hundred out my wrist
I'ma pull up on his bitch like, what's up now Shawty hit me on my phone
She know I'm up now
Ten shots
Ten blunts
Can't come down
I got shooters that be quick
They running up now
Pour Bacardi at the party
And I'm with your shawty, yeah
I be smokin' to the face
And I be high as sunny, yeah
I ain't hangin' with no bitch
That bitch actin' funny, yeah
I be zooted up all night
You can catch me in the trap
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Writer(s): Pablo Izquierdo
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