[Verse 1: Julian Malone & Calez]

I'm so shy

Hello, world

I'm coming with that south soul and some hot cruntchy kurls

Igniting your mind with that Wintertime cloudy day shy shit

And that natural high shit

That why even try shit, right?

Car cyphers while we bumping, shout to Isaac

On my way to my crib

Damn, my life is timeless

Like fuck it, let the beat rock

I bet your heat drop the same day as Detox

Oo wee, oo wee

Are you hearing this new heat?

I be tortching and swagging on 'em, oo [?], oo [?]

You see we go bananas on these rappers, and leave these beats creesed and banged out

Wow, I'm going out, aw

Shit's raw, [?]

Niggas coming out of the vault with money

So epic it's funny

Funny how I'm laughing on them like hah

[?] on them, I'm spazzing like I ain't drop [?] on them

[Chorus: Johnny St. Cloud, Julian Malone & Calez]

You better get up, get out, git some

You better get up, get out, git some

You better get up, get out, git some

You better get up, get out, git some

[Verse 2: Julian Malone & Calez]

I am October's very own, blue stripes on the cardigan

Chi-Town bread, better watch for the guardians

Watch for the darts we send, they bomb like that Hardy kid

Got animals on the squad, [?] shit

And I'm sorry, this is something you can hardly take apart

'Cause this is built up from the bottom, motherfuck you if you starting shit

I always tend to keep it 300 like I'm with Spartikus

Fighting with Goliath, son of David on a Harley, bitch

I am your highness, what I'm saying be that narlieness

You niggas declining, while I'm way winning in [?]

Got a couple dollars though, we can always git some more

Pretty motherfucker, rhyming nerdy, still getting hoes

But I don't want them bitties, I just toss them off to the bros

Some niggas don't give a fuck and be dirtier than the floor

I be [?] my flow

Chillier than glaciers

They ass is basic, I'm too amazing to be [?]

[Chorus: Johnny St. Cloud, Julian Malone & Calez]

You better get up, get out, git some

You better get up, get out, git some

You better get up, get out, git some

You better get up, get out, git some

[Verse 3: Johnny St. Cloud]

Word to them scallywags, heard they talking out of pocket

Tell that bitch I'm Johnny Rocket, in the kitchen while you bitching

Master Chef is in the building, frying chicken with your misses

Quit your acting, grab a napkin, whipe your mouth and get to rapping

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