Mixing

Lyrics

(That's where the motherfucking bass at!) [Chorus: Dougie F] I've been mixing I'm fucked up She can't handle what's in my cup I've been mixing Lighting blunts Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh [Hook: Dougie F] Oh I'm going up I'm going, going I'm going up, (I'm going) UP I'm going up, (I'm going) going I'm going up, (I'm going) UP [Verse 1: Douie F] Yeah, let's go missing Let's find a cut I got some henny mixed with ciroc in my cup (mix it up!) Stragg life for my niggas going up (going up!) I'm tryna fuck, that's that shit that keep me up, yeah I've been saucy Can't keep 'em off me Tryna fall in love, girl Think that's where you lost me I could pay the price, now I don't care what it cost me Come jump on this dick, girl If you feeling froggy I got bitches on me I can't get them off me Niggas wanna be me That's another story I feel like I'm Dej Loaf Let a nigga try me Camouflage paper Looking like an army, aye yeah [Pre-Chorus: Dougie F] Don't leave me alone oh There's something in my cup That's why I hit your phone That's why I hit your phone [Chorus: Dougie F] I've been mixing I'm fucked up She can't handle what's in my cup I've been mixing Lighting blunts Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh [Hook: Dougie F] Oh I'm going up I'm going, going I'm going up, (I'm going) UP I'm going up, (I'm going) going I'm going up, (I'm going) UP [Verse 2: Soho Dice] Yo I'm going up Imma need another cup I'm tryna cut, girl You already know what's up She saying, that I'm a freak She calling me a slut, damn She ain't complaining when I'm feeling on her butt, damn Young icy niggas, we don't give a fuck, no Twenty bitches, we just pop them in the truck,woah Shawty keep on asking me about my pockets ('bout my pockets) Bitch, I'm balling (bitch, I'm balling) You need to stop it (stop it!) These niggas hate me And all these bitches wanna date me I might invite her to the crib, and let her rate me If she a 10, I probably might let her have one of my babies Tell her bring her friend, and they gon ride me Like a new Mercedes, aw yeah [Pre-Chorus: Dougie F] Don't leave me alone oh There's something in my cup That's why I hit your phone That's why I hit your phone [Chorus: Dougie F] I've been mixing I'm fucked up She can't handle what's in my cup I've been mixing Lighting blunts Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh [Hook: Dougie F] Oh I'm going up I'm going, going I'm going up, (I'm going) UP I'm going up, (I'm going) going I'm going up, (I'm going) UP