LYRIC

[Produced by Ryan Garber]

[Verse 1]
I'm posted up in the Burg with a lot of hoes
Mixed drinks, we hit them parties, roll deep in Tahoes
Big things, we carry pistols, them bullets hollow
I'm a ladies' man, I ain't sorry if your ho follows
Ladies looking good with apple-bottoms, no iPhones
Bottle after bottle, I'm so gone, I can't drive home
Dancing at the party, then hit a lick, like I'm Tyrone
Looking to good to say I came from the bottom
Man, I'm too hungry, I'm smoked out, I eat these beats up
She say that she got me, I told that bitch I don't need her
Yeah I'm on the ride, so I got them racks like Serena
Yeah, she looking foreign, she drop her top like a Beamer
Told me that she love me, but Lord knows I don't believe that
Man I got a whip, she tryna find where the keys at
Get respect wherever I go, 'cause nigga, I bleed facts
Ray Charles when I move these keys, so you can't see that
Niggas hit me up, they always be like, where the hoes be?
Smiling in my face, but I can tell these niggas phony
Told her lean back, so I can hit it like I'm Kobe
Timeout, 'cause I think that she addicted to my Rolly
[Pre-Hook]
She gone, she tryna pour me up a Four
I'm kinda nervous when I hit, I've seen her drop it to the floor
Ain't I don't need no recognition, we done been through this before
Man everybody out to get me, guess that's why my heart is cold
R-r-roll up, who got them drinks so we can pour up
Couple shorties screaming my name, I'm so up
Hit another party, it's lame, boy get your dough up
Shit ain't really lit till we came, man I be so up

[Hook]
Man I be so up (so up, so up)
Man I be so up (so up, so up)
Man I be so up, shit ain't really lit till we came, boy get your dough up (dough up, dough up)
Man I be so up (so up, so up)
Man I be so up (so up, so up)
Man I be so up, shit ain't really lit till we came, boy get your dough up

[Verse 2]
One bullet, keep it in the chamber, 'case he act out
Big burners, man we rolling up, like the [?]
Nigga said, we don't tote them pistols, bring them Macs out
Yellow tape, if we catch him sleeping at the trap house
Young nigga, it ain't hard to tell I keep it on me
Big game, and I know these niggas tryna clone me
Range gang, we gone catch a body like we [?]
Main thing, you won't ever catch me by my lonely
I've been grinding all my life, bitches got me thinking twice
I ain't really with the [?], and if I see you, it's on sight
Make you feel some time of way, these niggas move a different pace
Man I think I got it made, these niggas know I'm getting paid
[Pre-Hook]
She gone, she tryna pour me up a Four
I'm kinda nervous when I hit, I've seen her drop it to the floor
Ain't I don't need no recognition, we done been through this before
Man everybody out to get me, guess that's why my heart is cold
R-r-roll up, who got them drinks so we can pour up
Couple shorties screaming my name, I'm so up
Hit another party, it's lame, boy get your dough up
Shit ain't really lit till we came, man I be so up

[Hook]
Man I be so up (so up, so up)
Man I be so up (so up, so up)
Man I be so up, shit ain't really lit till we came, boy get your dough up (dough up, dough up)
Man I be so up (so up, so up)
Man I be so up (so up, so up)
Man I be so up, shit ain't really lit till we came, boy get your dough up
Man I be so up (so up, so up)
Man I be so up (so up, so up)
Man I be so up, shit ain't really lit till we came, boy get your dough up (dough up, dough up)
Man I be so up (so up, so up)
Man I be so up (so up, so up)
Man I be so up, shit ain't really lit till we came, boy get your dough up

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Released by Psychic Records