Up It!

[Intro: Summrs]
Yeah I ain't poppin half of this oxy, Imma take it all (uh uh)
Me and Goon got 2 bitches at the A-loft (yeah)
How many racks I ran through? I can't count
But don't make me tell Kan up it!
2 Glocks blowing like a trumpet

[Verse 1: Summrs}
With the slay, I'm with the gang, I don't fuck with ya'll (yeah)
She can't wait for lil rino to take it off (uh yeah)
Yeah I ain't poppin half of this oxy, Imma take it all (uh uh)
Me and Goon got 2 bitches at the A-loft (yeah)
How many racks I ran through? I can't count
But don't make me tell Kan up it!
2 Glocks blowing like a trumpet (Bitch!)
Do my money dance, H town stompin'
You ain't like that, stop frontin' (haha yeah)
It's cool, pour a deuce (yeah)
I'm rockin' Acne no trues
But I'll still rock the trues, it's true (uh)
I ain't got time for ya lil dudes, I'm cool
I'm bool, okay boo, in the stu, goin' coo, goin' 90
My bitch real fine, she got a fake ass and fake teeth (yeah)
Don't even feel the tears no more
Gotta pop a 30 like I'm Jozzizy

[Verse 2: Airhead]
Yeah
Vicondines got me slow, yeah that shit got me so dizzy
And his bitch all in my phone, stop that shit I'm busy
Bro-bro-broke ass boy tryna ask for a loan, haha yeah just run it up
Posted up with Wes and all we know is count it up (yeah)
We don't really give a fuck
I'm riding with a semi tucked
I mix the Gap with the yeaah
I mix the Gap with the yup
I told that lil boy to up it!
Jugg his dumb ass in public
Play that dumb hoe like a puppet
ACOG scope hittin, I ain't bluffin (brr)
3.5 Gelato in a Russian
If it ain't about bread, there ain't no discussion
I'm sippin on Tec and he sippin on Tussin