Get Up Wit Me
Get up with me, when I wake up in the morning and
Go outside it ain't no fresh air these streets fonky
Get up with me yea it's paypa on my mental
All four poccets filled and got my jeans stuffy,
Get up with me, huh yeah, free the army
Cracc them gates for them locs nigga fucc the 5-0's
Get up with me yeah they know just what it is,
Hella gangy in this bitch and throw it up chunky
Shut up marc, shut up ho,
We patrolling round they mothafuccin' section tryna sco
Lil crodie gon' get craccin' with me when it's time to go,
He was poppin' on the net, reason we popped up out these loads,
Free the army out the can, nigga, fast and not slow,
Some of y'all done got down on your mans, but I won't
Some of these nerds'll beg you for a pass but not the loc,
I be ready to puff-puff and
make you pass who want the smoke?
Have them baby deuces come and crash you and yo folks
Ain't no smut up on my jaccet, that's your mans coat,
Fakin' like he solid niggas
softer than some foam,
Not them posites, but deposits what I'm checcin' out the ho,
She with me, we to this doe, and you steady tryna poke,
But niggas broke, lookin' like
they on dope, is this a joke?
You outside with no blower, boy, you freer than a crow
It's funky in the air, but it's money on the floor,
Ain't nobody fuccin' with the gang and niggas know it,
Every time it's up there, we gon' shake the whole josie,
We made history in the city, tell the streets to stay woke,
For that reaper come and lay yo ass to sleep or in the coma,
Don't ask me if I heard what niggas sayin', I'm like, so what I'm sharkin with an appetite when I smell the aromas,
Have the trap, sowed up, givin' no fronts, no frontin',
Toastin' to the real niggas, every time we go up on the cet
Get up with me, when I wake up in the morning and
Go outside it ain't no fresh air these streets fonky
Get up with me yea it's paypa on my mental
All four poccets filled and got my jeans stuffy,
Get up with me, huh yeah, free the army
Cracc them gates for them locs nigga fucc the 5-0's
Get up with me yeah they know just what it is,
Hella gangy in this bitch and throw it up chunky
Go outside it ain't no fresh air these streets fonky
Get up with me yea it's paypa on my mental
All four poccets filled and got my jeans stuffy,
Get up with me, huh yeah, free the army
Cracc them gates for them locs nigga fucc the 5-0's
Get up with me yeah they know just what it is,
Hella gangy in this bitch and throw it up chunky
Shut up marc, shut up ho,
We patrolling round they mothafuccin' section tryna sco
Lil crodie gon' get craccin' with me when it's time to go,
He was poppin' on the net, reason we popped up out these loads,
Free the army out the can, nigga, fast and not slow,
Some of y'all done got down on your mans, but I won't
Some of these nerds'll beg you for a pass but not the loc,
I be ready to puff-puff and
make you pass who want the smoke?
Have them baby deuces come and crash you and yo folks
Ain't no smut up on my jaccet, that's your mans coat,
Fakin' like he solid niggas
softer than some foam,
Not them posites, but deposits what I'm checcin' out the ho,
She with me, we to this doe, and you steady tryna poke,
But niggas broke, lookin' like
they on dope, is this a joke?
You outside with no blower, boy, you freer than a crow
It's funky in the air, but it's money on the floor,
Ain't nobody fuccin' with the gang and niggas know it,
Every time it's up there, we gon' shake the whole josie,
We made history in the city, tell the streets to stay woke,
For that reaper come and lay yo ass to sleep or in the coma,
Don't ask me if I heard what niggas sayin', I'm like, so what I'm sharkin with an appetite when I smell the aromas,
Have the trap, sowed up, givin' no fronts, no frontin',
Toastin' to the real niggas, every time we go up on the cet
Get up with me, when I wake up in the morning and
Go outside it ain't no fresh air these streets fonky
Get up with me yea it's paypa on my mental
All four poccets filled and got my jeans stuffy,
Get up with me, huh yeah, free the army
Cracc them gates for them locs nigga fucc the 5-0's
Get up with me yeah they know just what it is,
Hella gangy in this bitch and throw it up chunky
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Writer(s): Damon Stevenson
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