Up

I'm so sick

Don't got time

I'm getting rich

You ain't special

I got hoes all on my dick

I got bitches fighting

Like I'm Michael Vick

Bitch I ball like

Patrick Ewing on the knicks

Bitch I'm up

Bitch I'm up up

All black on like a spur

No small talking I'm an introvert

Hop up in that foreign, than I skurt

They was hating now they hit me for a verse

I been searching, looking

Can't find myself

All your love is fake

Yeah I can I tell

Doing all I can

All by myself

Can't find my way out of this hell

Yeah

I ball like I'm Giannis

Want it then I cop it

Want it so I got it

I don't need no hoes

Don't ride no for doughs

I'm moving slow mo

Lotta people round me they don't wanna see me up

All you haters goofy standing next to Donald Duck

If you see me out in public do not dab me up

I don't need your love cause I know that shit fake as fuck