[hook]

I Got that up down, up down

Left right, left right

BA, treat it like an art and shit

That up down, up down, left right

Left right, BA

Treat it like an art and shit

[verse 1]

For your vice, take a chance I’m mr. Happy

Dubs still on the step like I’m Danny

Never social, only post up

Bause fiascos with the Drogas

Now tell me what you want cuh

Slide with me

If you're tryna chief

I got that high you need

Demise as sheep is sweet at least you can say fuck sobriety

[hook]

That up down, up down

Left right, left right

BA, treat it like an art and shit

That up down, up down, left right

Left right, BA

Treat it like an art and shit

[verse 2]

Living different

Seen everything is business

Grind like I’m Nyjah

Got em slumped or wired

I plug em, druggin’, young and thuggin’ nigga, slime

When it hits, you can’t fake the feeling like a mime

Chop it up like ip man, wrap and package like a prezzy

Heavenly, niggas look up to me, flaws and all, if any

Butterscotch, by my knob, that candy ‘caine come and get it

But ain’t shit sweet where I’m from and if it is you diabetic

[hook]

I Got that up down, up down

Left right, left right

BA, treat it like an art and shit

That up down, up down, left right

Left right, BA

Treat it like an art and shit

[verse 3]

It was a graveyard, she arrived at the party

Bad Lucy by Sic Tafari, and now everybody eyrie

Laundry the next day, for sure secured a dirtbag

Merched That to thirst traps who rode my girth As I wrote my first raps

What's the feedback, Vblack? High grade

Where you be at? stepped in, awe

Guap chase, I’m just stuck in my ways

Bitch, you know my way’s the high way

What's the feedback, Vblack? High grade

Where you be at? stepped in, awe

Guap chase, I’m just stuck in my ways

Bitch, you know how well that crime pays

[hook]

Got that up down, up down

Left right, left right

BA, treat it like art and shit

Who you know go hard as this

More drive than keys, be startin’ shit

Deadboy life, bitch I’m heartless

Drug dealer? I prefer harmacist

[verse 4]

Sippin’ purp, everybody turnt

But I’m not, ‘cause the bopps ain’t worth it plus I’m only here for work

Got the xans, yerks, whatever you abuse

Make em sniff and sip, pop, smoke, I brought the wu

Trent rizla, twist nine inches w this produce

Like on this track using golden wrap for what I sold you

To keep it blunt, want it up front and if not, you can’t face ours

Give a fuck ‘bout player haters can't read peons on my radar

Cut my teeth and I was numb

Another day, another pack in, whatchu do? I run it up

Hit me, got what you need to get it litty ho

Catalogue turn the distro into silk road, ya bish