T’d Up

[Intro]
(Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?)
Dope, she dropped a mid
She tryna do it, hahaha (I'm T'd up, bitch, I'm T'd up)
You know what I told her, hold on (Let's do it then, bitch)

[Verse 1]
I told that bitch, "Do your shit, sis" (Wop)
"Do your shit, sis" (Wop)
At the end of the night, you doin' this dick, sis (Yah)
Ah, that's your friend?
She comin' with, sis (Ayy, lil' bitch)
She steady talmbout, "It's a drill" (Ayy, lil' bitch)
It's a hit, sis (Ayy, lil' bitch)

[Bridge]
Ah, ah, ah, ah (Woo, woo)
Bitch, I'm T'd up, huh (T'd up)
Gucci, G-ed up, huh (G-ed up)
Glizzy, G-ed up, huh (G-ed up, glah)
Lil' bitch like my sauce, huh, I told her eat up
Her lil' cheeks get beat up, huh, then I be up, huh (Ooh, yeah, ooh)

[Verse 2]
And I'm straight on a straight, this a VDub (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Keep a Sean Mac, Victoriouz like V-Dub (Brrah)
With two thirties, that's sixties, like three dubs (Count it up)
Or like six saw, bankroll gettin' 'nat Crip Walk, huh
Yeah, I'm Big G Dutcho, I like nasty bitches, heh
Give me awesome jawsome, don't even ask permission, huh
Yeah, I got them bitches, ha, but I been had them bitches, ah
Super Mario, on foe 'nem, we been smashing bitches, ah (Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?)

[Bridge]
Ah, bitch, I'm T'd up
Prada walkin', B'd up
Ha, lil' bitch like my sauce, I told her ass, "Eat up"
Her lil' cheeks get beat up and I fucked their knees up
All these eats, they please us
All these streets, they needs us, huh

[Verse 3]
I'm off two mids
My ego too big
She say, "It won't fit"
Can't lack, I won't slip
Lil' bro got two SIGs
That boy'll shoot some shit
Don't be a stupid bitch
Gang, we'll do it, bitch
Leave a nigga crucifix, huh, on some gruesome shit, huh
Any conflict, huh, we gon' bomb shit, huh
Free the gang, bitch, huh, yeah, them convicts, huh
On that trap shit, that killer shit, that con shit, huh
We don't play, dummy, huh
What ya say, sonny, huh?
Glah glah glah glah, now you got a day, dummy, huh
Niggas broker than a joke, trust me, they funny, ha
And I only talk gwop, so what ya say, money? Ah
Niggas on some new shit, where my old bitch?
Hold up, hold it, ayy, he on some ho shit
And his old bitch, your doin' folk's dick
But there's no lo', shit, we finna make her hold it, huh (Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?)

[Bridge]
Yeah, we T'd up, huh
And she T'd up, huh
She gon' knock me down, huh
Until I freeze up, huh
Baby seen the wrist, huh, it made her freeze up, huh
Then she seen the Glick, huh, and she like, "Jesus," huh

[Verse 4]
"He really wit' the shits"
These niggas witnessed it
Don't leave no witnesses
Lil' bitch I been the shit
I'm tryna benefit
All these Benjamins
Get the dividends
Might poke the middleman, bitch
And we spinned your block, bitch, like a ceiling fan, bitch
If we miss them shots, bitch, we gon' spin again, bitch
Shooters smoke his top, bitch, do more than injure him
New Pradas, no Raf Simons, how I'm ballin', Roger Clemens 'nem, bitch

[Bridge]
Huh, bitch, I'm T'd up
Yeah, I'm too T'd, heh
Ayy, bitches tryna kick it like Bruce Lee (Baby, I ain't tryna kick it, I'm not no goofy)
Huh, huh, uh-huh, yeah, I'm too T'd (But I am tryna kick it with the blue cheese)
Bitch, yeah, I'm T'd up
Huh, huh, T'd up, bitch