Whip It Up

[Intro: Jack Caze & Caller]
Who the fuck?
Yo hello?
Yo bro your music is- What? trash
Your music is trash it's so ass my nigga
Bro, why are you talking like that bruh?
Cause your music is trash bro I hate it
Yo you gon' see someday imma make it real big bro
Yeah yeah sure you gon'
You gon' regret your words bruh
Yeah yeah for sure
And the album The Five it was trash bro
Yo shut the fuck up bro
Yo you shut the fuck up
No, you what the?
Why did you call me about that man? shut the fuck up

[Chorus: Jack Caze]
Hit it up, hit it up, hit it up
You wanna steal my style yo give it up
You wanna steal my style you're trippin like hit it up, hit it up, hit it up
Ayy you wanna be like me yo step it up hit it up, pick it up, give it up uh uh (ok hit it up, hit it up, step it up)
Hit it up, hit it up, hit it up
You wanna steal my style yo give it up
You wanna steal my style you're trippin like hit it up, hit it up, hit it up
Ayy you wanna be like me yo step it up hit it up, pick it up, give it up uh uh (ok hit it up, hit it up, step it up)

[Verse 1: Jack Caze]
Big yikes bitch that must hurt
We got the sauce it's mustard
Phantom all white it's busted
You got your bitch disgusted
Live from the court, gotta bring them justice
Give my brothers some food they must eat
He says he faithful but you can't really trust him?
I got the gear for the top imma climb up the summit
If I didn't do it, then tell me who done did
She want's more she gon' keep it coming
I told her "cool you can spen with no budget"
But lil bitch I
All I'm tryan do is go outside
Both of em and I can't decide
I tell 'em cool you come tonight
1 phone call then I don't reply
I don't want shit I'm satisfied
"Can you come some time with your fucking best friend?"
"Um I don't know it really depends."

[Interlude: Caller]
Oh my god Jack
You really did it
I'm sorry for all my words bro
I'm sorry for real

[Chorus: Jack Caze]
Hit it up, hit it up, hit it up
You wanna steal my style yo give it up
You wanna steal my style you're trippin like hit it up, hit it up, hit it up
Ayy you wanna be like me yo step it up hit it up, pick it up, give it up uh uh (ok hit it up, hit it up, step it up)
Hit it up, hit it up, hit it up
You wanna steal my style yo give it up
You wanna steal my style you're trippin like hit it up, hit it up, hit it up
Ayy you wanna be like me yo step it up hit it up, pick it up, give it up uh uh (ok hit it up, hit it up, step it up)

[Verse 2: Jack Caze]
You could never be like me
I can really see you really tryna be
Moving with the squad, we mean
1,2,3 she wanna have my kids, we in too deep
Imma be the greatest, just let that sink in
What you bringing in- non!
I'm saying this raps for my son
I was in the bottom, the ashes, I rose like a phoenix, no son
If we ever got beef I can't let it go
Cold, I don't run
Bitch (ooh) (Jack Young)
Jack Young (Jack Young) (uh) (uh)
Uh (ayy, you already know who it is Jack Young don't play with me)
Play with me, motherfucker don't play with me!