"Throw It Up" lyrics

Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, uh, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah (Loesoe goin' crazy), uh, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
Yeah-yeah (Yeah), uh (Yeah), yeah-yeah (Yeah, straight from Heaven)

Dealin' with the hate, dealin' with the fake
Put myself in BAPE, I regurgitate (Throw it up)
Throwing up the gang, I don't fear yellow tape
Nah, I don't play, keep me a K and I won't hesitate (Throw it up)
Big blunts to the face, sit back, medicate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rich nigga, Perrier, feet up in my estate (Woah)
Yeah, good wagyu steak, say they feed my cow grapes (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't worried 'bout the fake, I'ma make some shake (Woah)
Not even my birthday and I still getting that cake (Ha)
I had done been down a worse way, but I still move right (Yeah)
I'm up like a batwing in the midnight sky
I been sippin' on Hi Tech, can't do WHYPHY (Yeah)
Ayy, man, this shit sound like Zelda, keep them sticks like the Wii
Portable chops, PSP
Is you outta yo' mind off some PCP?
You can get dropped, like a damn EP
Getting cash, lil' nigga, like PPP
That's some shit that you DND
That's some shit that you do not do
Catch you outside, lil' bitch, with your boo
I'm the one, lil' bitch, I ain't never been two
And I'm blessed like a goddamn sneeze, achoo
And I'm bad trip, like a goddamn shroom, shroom
And I'm bad trip, like a goddamn shroom, shroom
And I'm bad trip, like a goddamn shroom, shroom (Woah)