Get The Fuck Up Now

Verse 1

Banks is gettin money money ain't gettin him

Him sitting his whip on 23 inch rims

why would i spend my money on tints

'cause i got my bombers hooded up in your lawndas

the cribs is bigger than my mama's

with that you can send your local high school or college

your year is expired you should pay knowledge

a hood nigga way out in the bahamas

on tour so you probably won't find us

in your barber shop i got a barber with liners

Banks grew kinda hard with piranhas

my closet is the size of a clothing designator

you're now rockin wit new yor city's finest

shuttin down the clubs a bunch of niggas went behind us

now i'm dealin wit a bunch of pre-madonnas

take em to the crib and have em bend over for recliners

Chrous

I need y'all to get the fuck up now

I know theirs gangstas in this town

so throw up your set,come to the front

show me somethin yea that what i want

I need y'all to get the fuck up now

I know how y'all get down in this town

so lit up your weed,come to the front

poke it out yea that what i want



Verse 2

i'm fresh breast like million bucks

see my green chinchilla and my trillon cuts

inspired by the niggas that i trust

so if you my shit then you should buy buck's

there alot of rappers let off steam

'cause i'm gettin money and my jewerly all green

some of the brightest shit you ever seen

my whole team so fresh and so clean

down south where they sipping on leen

little aks stray hit you wit the beam

i'm a bachelor i ain't lokin for a queen

a southside baller the "American Dream

bein nosey will get you behind beams

so if ain't your beef try not to intervene

i got a pack of mary jane in my jean

if i blow it in the sky we will all be high

Chrous



Verse 3

i'm hot nigga the fools ain't the same

i'm speeding you could fuck hoes in my lanes

i got a couple loose screw in my brain

i die on over this i ain't goin to move wit my chain

you caught brick but who is to blame

your fans turn their back now i'm you and that a shame

i'm thinkin about flyin to Hawaii

sippin on colatti lyin wit a hottie

uptop drinkin niggas in here schemin

so i ain't leavin 'cause i'm here wit my gat

lay low for a second and get your attention

and back on the bencin 'cause i'm back

and your famblades spinnin on a lac

and you can't see the side 'cause the window all black

i had respect but i take it all back

'cause you're celebrity wander around wit a rat

Chrous