Its Up

[Part I]

[Verse 1: cru]
Fuck yo' squad, fuck yo' team
Been the shit like whatchu mean
They be askin' what's up wit' me
Chanel jeans, Truey tee
Told that girl, "Don't fuck wit' me"
You talk on bros, it's up wit' me
Like bro, just shut the fuck up
Yeah, you know you stuck up
I just poured that shit up in tha cup I'm gettin' fucked up
Me and squadd be swingin' all them sticks just like some nunchucks
Prada bag
Watch yo' back
Bitch, you know we on yo' ass
Spin that block and spin right back
Sayin' shit, you know that's cap

[Verse 2: blushxoxo]
I might fuck up yo' whole session
Okay, run it back
What the fuck they be on?
Send that bullet, fuck a text
I clutch up wit' my TEC
Pissed off 'cause I'm next
Flex, flex, kickin' shit
Spent a house up on my kicks
Boy, fuck that sorry ass career
Bitch, I know you're pissed
I'on give a fuck 'bout shit
Likе ain't that 'bout a bitch?
How's these niggas counterfеit?
Wait until my dezzy click, oouu

[Part II]

[Verse 1: cru]
Bitch, this on my soul
I don't fuck wit' y'all
This shit gettin' old
If you really don't fuck wit' me then yo' dumbass just sold
And if you tryna take it up wit' me, I'm on go
She be tryna make shit up on me like you a hoe
Like ain't you cuck ya hoe
Like ain't you fuck yo' cousin but that's some shit they don't know
Like bitch, we can get low
We done did this shit before
Like me and blush gon' spin
You can't fuck around wit' my twins
You one to talk about kids
Bitch, we all know what you did
Funny you think that I switched
Funny you think that I lied about shit 'cause you be on my dick
Funny how you be talkin' shit about motherfuckers that you wit'
Funny you talkin' about yo' bitch
Funny how you talkin 'bout Quinn
Funny how you be talkin' 'bout wells when these motherfuckers boostin' your shit
Go back up in that call and you asking for some shit
You a fuckin' bitch

[Verse 2: blushxoxo]
Lame ass niggas always talking the most
But got my dick in they throat
Nan ass niggas, we know they told
Wait ain't that a knock at yo-
My niggas they come and they rinse you
Niggas so pussy, need tissue
Yo' bitch stripping down while she miss you
She doing that shit wit' no issue
Wait, they gon' hate?
Fuck that bih', yeah, yo' bae
Flex on who?
Bitch, I'm paid
Yeah, I guess it's not yo' day
Nah, I'm not done wit' this nigga yet

[Part III]

[Verse: blushxoxo]
Boy, I'm clearing out them mentions, nigga
Told my pole, "Go left to right"
And fuck whoever dissin' witcha
Did I talk my shit? My bad
Long ass pole up in my bag
Yo' ass beggin' for callbacks
But I got my own lil' task
Does yo' girl know that you be showing yo' shit to them kids
Yo' songs, I put 'em in the toilet then I take a piss
I put yo' bitch up in my blunt then I smoke that shit
I'll fan yo' ass down for my faction bet I'll never miss