"get up on ya" lyrics
Clever, Swayy Mula & Karltin Bankz Lyrics
Aye yo, flex you wilding
It gets really wicked, yeah, yeah
It's hard to trust somebody I know the streets don't play fair
It's hard to trust somebody in the street life yeah
Keep your heat tight yeah, bet not let 'em get up on ya
Aye, it gets really wicked, yeah, yeah
It's hard to trust somebody I know the streets don't play fair
It's hard to trust somebody in the street life yeah
Keep your heat tight yeah, bet not let 'em get up on ya
I remember I was over overdrawn
Now the cheese going round like it's provolone
Now she got a Biking where her purse at
I gotta eat instead I put the toothbrush to my baguettes, no regrets
Had some bitches that told, I swear they tell shit
Now I only talk to the bank teller, I sell shit
Money in a safe it ain't a safe solution
They left me out of the loop, but still my bracelet's Cuban if they're asking
I'm getting dizzy I was up for a down payment
Say fuck these snitches all I see is a bank statement
Can't trust nobody, just trust these bodies
I must go body these fucks
It gets really wicked, yeah, yeah
It's hard to trust somebody I know the streets don't play fair
It's hard to trust somebody in the street life yeah
Keep your heat tight yeah, bet not let 'em get up on ya
Aye, it gets really wicked, yeah, yeah
It's hard to trust somebody I know the streets don't play fair
It's hard to trust somebody in the street life yeah
Keep your heat tight yeah, bet not let 'em get up on ya
I ain't giving out a low, fuck a hoe
I'll be chasing dough, they cap
Name a fucking place lil' Mula can't go, I stay strapped
If it ain't a nine I gotta Draco
I hate rap, but the shit I spit it get me paid so
This that, this that Mula got a big sack yeah
Quit trolling on the neck, go get your lick back uh
If I ever took a lick I'ma get my lick back, huh
And they be on my dick, they say that nigga lit now
Remember I wasn't shit, and I'm lit and now they notice
She wants all the dick, I had to stroke her with the motion
They say Mula be slick, but now bitch I just be focused
Can't get me out my mind, 'cause I'm loaded, aye
It gets really wicked, yeah, yeah
It's hard to trust somebody I know the streets don't play fair
It's hard to trust somebody in the street life, yeah
Keep your heat tight yeah, bet not let 'em get up on ya
Aye, it gets really wicked, yeah, yeah
It's hard to trust somebody I know the streets don't play fair
It's hard to trust somebody in the street life, yeah
Keep your heat tight yeah, bet not let 'em get up on ya
It gets really wicked, yeah, yeah
It's hard to trust somebody I know the streets don't play fair
It's hard to trust somebody in the street life yeah
Keep your heat tight yeah, bet not let 'em get up on ya
Aye, it gets really wicked, yeah, yeah
It's hard to trust somebody I know the streets don't play fair
It's hard to trust somebody in the street life yeah
Keep your heat tight yeah, bet not let 'em get up on ya
I remember I was over overdrawn
Now the cheese going round like it's provolone
Now she got a Biking where her purse at
I gotta eat instead I put the toothbrush to my baguettes, no regrets
Had some bitches that told, I swear they tell shit
Now I only talk to the bank teller, I sell shit
Money in a safe it ain't a safe solution
They left me out of the loop, but still my bracelet's Cuban if they're asking
I'm getting dizzy I was up for a down payment
Say fuck these snitches all I see is a bank statement
Can't trust nobody, just trust these bodies
I must go body these fucks
It gets really wicked, yeah, yeah
It's hard to trust somebody I know the streets don't play fair
It's hard to trust somebody in the street life yeah
Keep your heat tight yeah, bet not let 'em get up on ya
Aye, it gets really wicked, yeah, yeah
It's hard to trust somebody I know the streets don't play fair
It's hard to trust somebody in the street life yeah
Keep your heat tight yeah, bet not let 'em get up on ya
I ain't giving out a low, fuck a hoe
I'll be chasing dough, they cap
Name a fucking place lil' Mula can't go, I stay strapped
If it ain't a nine I gotta Draco
I hate rap, but the shit I spit it get me paid so
This that, this that Mula got a big sack yeah
Quit trolling on the neck, go get your lick back uh
If I ever took a lick I'ma get my lick back, huh
And they be on my dick, they say that nigga lit now
Remember I wasn't shit, and I'm lit and now they notice
She wants all the dick, I had to stroke her with the motion
They say Mula be slick, but now bitch I just be focused
Can't get me out my mind, 'cause I'm loaded, aye
It gets really wicked, yeah, yeah
It's hard to trust somebody I know the streets don't play fair
It's hard to trust somebody in the street life, yeah
Keep your heat tight yeah, bet not let 'em get up on ya
Aye, it gets really wicked, yeah, yeah
It's hard to trust somebody I know the streets don't play fair
It's hard to trust somebody in the street life, yeah
Keep your heat tight yeah, bet not let 'em get up on ya
