[Chorus]

Too up, too up (Thirty—)

Too up, too up, bitch, I'm too up

Glocky, it's a 30' on my shoota

Married to the money, bitch, I'm boo'd up

Hol' up, bro, is that a opp? Let me scoot up

We out going on a drill, let me suit up

Fuck it, throw the Glock out, get a new one

Fuck— Fuck it, throw the Glock out, get a new one

[Verse]

Fuck you and what you on cause I'm cooler

Fuck you, bitch, I'm laid back like a Buddha

I got a fucking laptop, no computer

Swagged out, yeah, I'm the opposite of you, bruh

These niggas laws, don't know what to do, bruh

Pass me the ball, hell yeah, I'ma shoot, bruh

Pass a 3' ball, I ain't ever shootin' 2's, bruh

None of y'all boys could guard me, I'm a hooper

Walk straight through the damn storm, I'm a trooper

You gon' turn around and head home, you a loser

I'ma motherfuckin' go up, I'm a mover

Can't stop, nigga, I got shit I gotta do, bruh

Roll up, thеn I spark up in a Uber

Iced out, gotta pull up to the jеweler

New whip, gotta take it to get tuned up

Blastin' this shit on they block, turn your tunes up

Sorry, nigga, I just don't fuck wit' you, yah

Bulldog and it's on me, I let it chew ya

Pull a hole in you so big I'm stepping through ya

When I blow up, acting like I never knew ya

Rose out the fucking concrete, I'm a bloomer

Twelve always tryna watch me, I'ma oot-up

I hit the za' then go to sleep, I'm a snoozer

I— I hit the za' then go to sleep, I'm a snoozer

[Chorus]

Too up, too up (Thirty—)

Too up, too up, bitch, I'm too up

Glocky, it's a 30' on my shoota

Married to the money, bitch, I'm boo'd up

Hol' up, bro, is that a opp? Let me scoot up

We out going on a drill, let me suit up

Fuck it, throw the Glock out, get a new one

Fuck— Fuck it, throw the Glock out, get a new one