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Upscale (feat. Young Thug & Future)

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Upscale (feat. Young Thug & Future)

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Gator bump, they ain't swag, though

Backburner full of fine hoes

Swag journies to the condo

Couple milli' off a ride, woah

That boy cassius

N-n-nonstop

Re-up on the bag (re-up), then I walk on the red carpet (hey)

Anything I see, I'm snatchin' (woo)

I'm geeked, I see icarly (geeked)

Upscale fashion (yeah), on the carpet more than aladdin (yeah)

Park it at magic (yeah)

Whippin' up, whippin' up magic (skrrt, skrrt)

Two hoes, classy (two)

But they gon' still get nasty (two)

Wrap it in plastic (hoo)

Jayhawks landing in Kansas (brr, brr)

This that wraith talk (wraith)

Mil talk, all in the safe talk (safe)

Ain't worried 'bout them nigga, introduce 'em to k talk (k)

Go get the bag on a day off (racks)

Go get the rings out the playoffs (rings)

Pots in the beat, it's a bake-off (packs)

Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)

Big boy tools, maaco (big boy)

Make a bitch dance with a draco (dance)

Walkin' with the cheese, that queso (cheese)

That's huncho, fuck the rodeo (huncho)

Private jet, we don't do layover (whew)

One call, I'm havin' your bae over (brrt)

Walk out the spot with the makeover (woo)

Got her addicted to payola (addicted, hey)

Re-up on the bag (re-up), then I walk on the red carpet (hey)

Anything I see, I'm snatchin' (woo)

I'm geeked, I see icarly (geeked)

Upscale fashion (yeah), on the carpet more than aladdin (yeah)

Park it at magic (yeah)

Whippin' up, whippin' up magic (skrrt, skrrt)

Yeah, patek philippe (yeah)

Different size diamonds and it's neat (yeah, yeah)

Wipe a nigga nose (yeah)

50 bitches with me like floyd (yeah, yeah)

If you come to my spot, you gon' need a motor scooter to tour (yeah)

I'ma put my dick in every hoe (yeah), I'm just a freaky lil' boy (yeah)

I'm takin' real x, nigga (yeah)

I'm takin' real x, nigga (yeah)

I was hittin' it from the back and guess what? (what?)

I was grippin' my tec, nigga (yeah)

9th grade I was lit, nigga (yeah)

Had a closet full of minks, nigga (yeah)

Universal, hittin' licks, nigga (yeah)

F&ns when you rich, nigga

Yeah, I took all my old jewelry back and upgraded to baguettes

Yeah, I used to be broke, but I'm rich now, I know you heard that

Yeah (yeah), I used to watch my big homie, now I know the bird dance (brr)

Yeah, now that all my niggas free, tell me where the smoke at

More smoke than puff

Bitch thick like buff

An' I'm straight out the slum with the yayo (strong)

Snap on this shit like I'm fabo (skrrt)

We got squares and bales in clayco

All my money and cars biracial

I can't count up the stars, they head-top

Soon I sit in that foreign, my leg cop

I bought a straight [?] with the crack rock (ya)

Hit a lick then I wanna cop the maybach (ya)

All shawty wanted was a dope-boy (dope-boy)

Never save a hoe like a lifeguard

An' I got the molly by the eightball (yeah)

I get the bag on a day-day

I fucked the bitch on the adderall (adderall)

I put her up in my catalog

Soon as I came on the car lot, started fishtailing (skrrt)

Yeah, shawty gon' squirt it then spit it out back, israeli

Yeah, shawty gon' bus' on the head first, no paramedics

Yeah, all I wanted, all I wanted was a hunnid mil

An' I'm there already

Go get the bag on a day off (day off)

Make her suck dick ’till her face sore

I feel this aspirin like rentanol

I got this shit out the bando (yeah)

I'm in the coupe with like nine hoes (nine hoes)

You better believe that they fine hoes (fine hoes)

I'm drippin' sauce with my eyes closed

Turned to a horse, I was riding hoes

Gator bump, they ain't swag, though

Backburner full of fine hoes

Swag journies to the condo

Couple milli' off a ride, woah

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