Get Up

Aye

The way he got hit
They was yelling get up

Hollow tips hit em
Shit leaving em slumped

I can’t fuck with these niggas

Because niggas be sus

They trying to be cool

But they manz in my blunt

I be smoking on dead opps

I smoke a bunch

I stopped caring bout dead opps

Because them niggas runts

Them bowls different colors
Man that shit, Captain crunch

And we got a bag
For the beef like lunch

Im A “Monster”
With that metal like skillet

& I can get you anywhere

Like tickets

I be focused on money

Digits

If it ain’t about cheese

Then I can’t comprehend it

They know we be standing on business

Them niggas drawn they be craving attention

& Shit ain’t beef we distant

But I guess ima bitch

I’ll sling iron like ten ten

Aye