UP!? aka SONG!? (Gavin BMX REMIX)

Lil Sandal:
Ay (swag)
Damn, ok

Lil Sandal got the swag

I’m going up, I just hit the ceiling
*bark bark* that’s how I’m feeling
Going to class then I go back to sleeping
He tryna hate through a virtual meeting
He wanna hate cause he ain’t on my level
He think he smart making deals with the devil
Shawty is flat, long bottom like Neville
Twenty One Pilots they all in one vessel
I'm out in the field and I’m eating like a picnic
Twisting on the track two wheels, no Ripstik
30 dollar mic and a Mac what I spit with
Money stacking up like it's pancakes, Bisquick
Get down goblin, Jan Terri, feeling merry
I just move in One Direction, I got style like I'm Harry
I’m a rеal white boy, finna pull up in my Sperry’s
I got bread, not cheesе, I am sensitive to dairy
Like man man man man man man
Got a couple of soda’s, I'm two-can [Toucan] Sam
I be onnat Dr. Suess, I need green eggs and ham
Got allmighty power like a beaver god dam
He think I’m mute I don’t know what to say to him
His music on mute like I’m deaf cause I hated it
Turn a blind eye to this mess, I’m a wait a bit
I won’t take the blame for that mess but i created it
This dude a goof, he like over-policing
Writing my raps, I record on the weekends
Mmm just watch how my money increasing
I turned off the heat now I really be freezing
This dude a weirdo, Amy Barrett
How she a judge but she don’t got no merrit?
On my day off keep it wheel like I’m Ferris
Send you to jail like I’m Kamala Harris
Rapping on beet I ain’t talking the vegetable
Choppa on me, it turn you to a vegetable
He telling tales like that show with the vegetables
He really thought the tomato a vegetable
I’m in the whip, it’s all white like my privilege
Hating on me you get cropped like an image
Get to the green, but I ain’t talking spinach
I’m done with Helsinki, I guess that I'm Finnish-ed
People be saying I’m part of a cult
I’m not part of a cult
I’m with my bae and she tossing the salt
That is assault
They calling me helium, I’m going up
Ain’t jumping rope but I still double dutch
Like a manual car I be coming in clutch
Feel like Caprisun I’m packing a punch
Get out the way because I’m coming through
Shooting my shot, I’m not getting the flu
You be really stuck up, no glue
I may not be good but I’m better than you

Gavin BMX:
Better than me?
Not a chance

I’m going up, I’m taking the stairs
*chirp chirp* Nobody cares
Watching for thots, not watching for prayers
They using my music for musical chairs
Just hit a beat, it’s domestic abuse
Chillin with Santa we go on a Cruise [Cruz]
Head in the clouds, I’m talkin to Zeus
Yo I just made the cut like I’m Caitlyn from Bruce
Ballin, Draymond Green
Like Mario Judah, I’m off of that bean and the lean
Dion is salty, not talking Saline [Celine]
And that one rapper Killy sounds so much like Sheen
On a whole ‘nother planet
I planned it
White dads get the bill and they always askin'
“what’s the damage?”
You wish for a 50, I Grant it
But not a Buchanan
Μιλάω ελληνικά σαν ντανόν
Yes I am French, bro I come from Tahiti
My lyrics so sweet that they cause diabetes
I’m up on the top, you’re on bottom; Bikini
Contracting some Syphilis out in Tuskegee
Say that you’re hard but you’re lactose intolerant
I’ll take you out like Arabian columnists
I’ll take you out like a Chilean Communist
Improve at rapping by upping your confidence