Who Up?
Step up on the track, they be like"who up?"
I'm tryna get this cheese and I ain't talkin' bout no gouda
I'm here with my lil baby and you know that we be boo'd up
And anytime I walk out you know I got my shooters
I'm just tryna get the bag and make it multiply
If you finna buck the jack you know I'm boutta up the fire
AK The Menace, you know I ain't like these other guys
And you cannot backslide if you've been with the other side
You know I got that East St. Louis in me on my mother's side
That mean I'm boutta rockout until my body drop out
Dissin' on my name, you could mess around get knocked off
I'm cruisin' down the lane while your shorty give me lockjaw
They know I'm the man, hitta what you sayin?
I've been stolo surfin' through Deltona and DeLand
If it's up then it's stuck, uh uh, it never land
You know that we sprayin' out the side of the sedan
Now I got one problem and I'mma solve it, don't you hide
Two shots to a hitta head, he won't survive
Who you kiddin' me, shots go off like Curry when he hittin' threes
This four-five gon' rip a hitta memories
I'm posted in the bricks, last digit seven, I forgot about the six
Eight bands in my pockets gotta show 'em how we live
And I keep a nine cause I'm posted up on ten
This is real life, hitta why would I pretend?
Sellin' since a jit, I had bands by eleven
Twelve get behind me I don't know and I ain't tellin
Thirteen with a body, fourteen with another
I ain't sayin' which kind in case they try to pull me under
Fifteen killers on speed dial
Leave you in the street like I'm littering
Sixteen when I dropped The Ticket
They like"AK how you do that?", got 'em chattering like crickets
They know I'm a living legend, I be preachin' like a reverend
Have 'em shakin' in my presence, I'mma teach a jit a lesson
Amen, it's a blessing how I grew throughout the pressure
I ain't end up on a stretcher now I'm the one applyin' pressure
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty
These rappers say they bout it, I be laughin' cause it's funny
They callin' me a savage, I'm the one straight out of twenty
And I'mma wipe your nose cause I don't play about my money
It's lil AK out
I'm tryna get this cheese and I ain't talkin' bout no gouda
I'm here with my lil baby and you know that we be boo'd up
And anytime I walk out you know I got my shooters
I'm just tryna get the bag and make it multiply
If you finna buck the jack you know I'm boutta up the fire
AK The Menace, you know I ain't like these other guys
And you cannot backslide if you've been with the other side
You know I got that East St. Louis in me on my mother's side
That mean I'm boutta rockout until my body drop out
Dissin' on my name, you could mess around get knocked off
I'm cruisin' down the lane while your shorty give me lockjaw
They know I'm the man, hitta what you sayin?
I've been stolo surfin' through Deltona and DeLand
If it's up then it's stuck, uh uh, it never land
You know that we sprayin' out the side of the sedan
Now I got one problem and I'mma solve it, don't you hide
Two shots to a hitta head, he won't survive
Who you kiddin' me, shots go off like Curry when he hittin' threes
This four-five gon' rip a hitta memories
I'm posted in the bricks, last digit seven, I forgot about the six
Eight bands in my pockets gotta show 'em how we live
And I keep a nine cause I'm posted up on ten
This is real life, hitta why would I pretend?
Sellin' since a jit, I had bands by eleven
Twelve get behind me I don't know and I ain't tellin
Thirteen with a body, fourteen with another
I ain't sayin' which kind in case they try to pull me under
Fifteen killers on speed dial
Leave you in the street like I'm littering
Sixteen when I dropped The Ticket
They like"AK how you do that?", got 'em chattering like crickets
They know I'm a living legend, I be preachin' like a reverend
Have 'em shakin' in my presence, I'mma teach a jit a lesson
Amen, it's a blessing how I grew throughout the pressure
I ain't end up on a stretcher now I'm the one applyin' pressure
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty
These rappers say they bout it, I be laughin' cause it's funny
They callin' me a savage, I'm the one straight out of twenty
And I'mma wipe your nose cause I don't play about my money
It's lil AK out
Credits
Writer(s): Landon Weatherspoon
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