"Get Up" lyrics
Me and ho, we just evolved, that's a good way to put it
Just ran up a hunnid ball, bitch, I don't know where to put it
Bro got his shit tryna run from 12, he just threw it in the bushes
You ain't on shit, boy, I could tell, you a loser, you a rookie
I went from broke to tryna justify why I shouldn't buy it all
Just popped another, I could touch the sky, I'm getting right with God
I'm not yo' brother, not yo' fuckin' guy, can't hang with me at all
If you really loved yo' fucking life, wouldn't play with me at all
But my fit a hunnid thousand
Just ten for the kicks
Could tell he not about it, he pretend, he a bitch
I cannot leave without it, bitch, the friends with the stick
You could put yo' head down, but all yo' friends might get hit
V12, AMG
He tell that he can't ride with me
He smell some shit he ain't heard of yet
I just paid retail for some shit you ain't earnin' yet
Five hunnid dollar tee, Japanese, can't pronounce (Haha)
She wan' stay the night with me, shawty, please, just get out
You think you fear fightin' me, bitch, please, everybody get down
We barely worried 'bout police, we just creep, don't make a sound
God damn, I love this ho, she a freak, she go cray
Finna blow, light it up
Boy, this could be yo' final day
Me and ho, we just evolved, that's a good way to put it
Just ran up a hunnid ball, bitch, I don't know where to put it
Bro got his shit tryna run from 12, he just threw it in the bushes
You ain't on shit, boy, I could tell, you a loser, you a rookie
I went from broke to tryna justify why I shouldn't buy it all
Just popped another, I could touch the sky, I'm getting right with God
I'm not yo' brother, not yo' fuckin' guy, can't hang with me at all
If you really loved yo' fucking life, wouldn't play with me at all
Just ran up a hunnid ball, bitch, I don't know where to put it
Bro got his shit tryna run from 12, he just threw it in the bushes
You ain't on shit, boy, I could tell, you a loser, you a rookie
I went from broke to tryna justify why I shouldn't buy it all
Just popped another, I could touch the sky, I'm getting right with God
I'm not yo' brother, not yo' fuckin' guy, can't hang with me at all
If you really loved yo' fucking life, wouldn't play with me at all
But my fit a hunnid thousand
Just ten for the kicks
Could tell he not about it, he pretend, he a bitch
I cannot leave without it, bitch, the friends with the stick
You could put yo' head down, but all yo' friends might get hit
V12, AMG
He tell that he can't ride with me
He smell some shit he ain't heard of yet
I just paid retail for some shit you ain't earnin' yet
Five hunnid dollar tee, Japanese, can't pronounce (Haha)
She wan' stay the night with me, shawty, please, just get out
You think you fear fightin' me, bitch, please, everybody get down
We barely worried 'bout police, we just creep, don't make a sound
God damn, I love this ho, she a freak, she go cray
Finna blow, light it up
Boy, this could be yo' final day
Me and ho, we just evolved, that's a good way to put it
Just ran up a hunnid ball, bitch, I don't know where to put it
Bro got his shit tryna run from 12, he just threw it in the bushes
You ain't on shit, boy, I could tell, you a loser, you a rookie
I went from broke to tryna justify why I shouldn't buy it all
Just popped another, I could touch the sky, I'm getting right with God
I'm not yo' brother, not yo' fuckin' guy, can't hang with me at all
If you really loved yo' fucking life, wouldn't play with me at all
