It's Up Freestyle

Yeah, what 'bout now?

Huh, yeah, what 'bout now?

Ooh, yeah, what 'bout now?

Fore'n

It's up

Oh lord, jetson made another one

Keed talk to 'em

Walked in, walked in, this bentley truck you can crawl in

Gucci sweatsuit, yeah, they thought I was joggin'

I'm just gettin' these front-ends, these back-ends, these racks in (no cap)

Nigga, fuck your plug, heard he taxin', we whack him (yeah)

Bitch, I'm ballin' out, I got bad bitches in my house (no cap)

Yeah, that ho too lazy, I get in her mouth then I kick her out (boom-boom-boom)

Yeah, Chanel shoebox full of racks, no safe in the house (chaney-ney)

Yeah, these bitches see me bring these racks to the club, they fallin' out

I'ma milly rock, yeah, with that richard mille (richard mille)

Yeah, these niggas envy, put racks on their head like beanies (rack, rack, racks)

Yeah, I crashed the scat pack, but it was not rented

Yeah, these racks in my pants extra green like spinach (say what)

Ooh, (keed talk to 'em) ooh, in this ho mouth

Like she lost her tooth, with some crips too, huh

But I'm big blood, blatt, blatt, shoot at his roof

Ysl the gang, she said this chain, she tryna choose (slatt-slatt)

Bitch, I'm with your ho, yeah, yeah, with your ho (slatt-slatt)

Last night with your ho, the whole gang did your ho (slatt-slatt)

Pass her back, bro, that's so you aught to know

She heard he low, yeah, I'm jerkin' in her throat (I'm you)

Keed talk to 'em

Huh, she know that these racks in

I remember back then, she was actin'

I don't need no help with no back-end

Glock with a dick, I ain't wrestlin', might go, draco

A hundred shots, we ain't wrestlin', huh, yeah

I go put a backend up, I put my main ho up

Now that her best friend know, slime got a blicky, yeah-yeah (damn)

Kick that ho right out this box, I put my power in there

Yeah, when they see me, know they red flaggin', yeah

Back from my boy gump's, (choo-choo) yeah (go)

And we just left la, smokin' exotic strains, yeah (la)

Yeah, yeah, cc, cop 'em by the pairs (chaney-ney)

Yeah, yeah, just off triller, I make a mil'

Yeah, yeah, double cc on the chairs (chaney-ney)

Yeah, yeah, havin' fear of God drip for real

Yeah, yeah, snake on the shirts, not no bears

Yeah, yeah, chopper hit him, hope he left a will

Yeah, yeah, lil keed gon' get these racks up

Early mornin' gettin' in, yeah, I love these racks

Yeah, we smokin' og while countin' these racks

Yeah, we smoked your og 'cause he is a rat

Yeah, young handsome oldhead, no need for old shit

Yeah, these hoes annoying, in the trap house, they blowin' me

My white boy, he be smokin' shit just like he marley

Opp nigga, I ain't runnin' in, nigga, try me, they gon' charge me

You talkin' 'bout I changed, nah, bitch, you just borin'

She said, "man, you changin'" , (fuck is you doin') nah, nah, uh