Feet Up

Lyrics

[Intro] 7000 on the beat, shorty [Chorus: Koujas] Popped a Roxy now I'm lit, now I'm tweaked up Dirty money on the floor, gotta count up How he froze up when we pull the stick out Pourin' up the whole bottle, fuck a teaspoon Dirty Glock wit' no box, it's illegal Pourin' shot after shot, now she t'd up Twin be pourin' up that snot tryna geek up Double B, double C on my feet bruh Spend a G, got LV on my sneaker Bumpin' Dy in the V, this shit heat bruh Need a G plus 200 for a P bruh It's a fee if he wanna get a feature Got my foot on they throat in Prada sneakers In a LA, [?] got my feet up Say she fuckin' wit' me, she tryna link up [Verse 1: Koujas] Glock 19 on me, it get her wet We just pulled up in that fast shit, trim in that Vette I be posted wit' demons, my brother throwin' up his set I be hangin' wit' some drug dealers, I be with them villains And you got some miles on you but lil' baby, I ain't trippin' Got my shoes tied up, lil' brudda know that I ain't trippin' And this time that we spend, bae it's time worth killin' In Atlanta with them elegant boys, know we on it I ain't gotta say a word, she gon' hop right on it Last night was a blur, I got too drunk on her Smoke a J now I'm crossfaded, now the room spinnin' She fuckin' with the kid, lemme slide up in it Me and Ben Frank been locked in since '03 If you get a word out her you can keep her, that's P [Verse 2: 6juto] (Ha, yeah yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah, uh) (Yeah yeah yeah, uh, what) Yellow V kick in feelin' different Whip tinted, you can't see unless the windows down Shawty mad I ain't respond, I be forgettin' Turn my ex into a fan, she hate lovin' my sound Blacked out while gettin' head, I don't even know how I ain't really been drunk in a minute Half a Roxy on her tongue, she wanna split it [?] don't heart ya' image Told me just tell her what's wrong so she can fix it She givin' head, I save her number as relentless She in the bed wit' nothin' on, let's get to business Geeked up way over the clouds, I'm never under weather Baccarat, I got these bitches tryna taste it on me I ain't even try to take ya' hoe away, lil' homie She on my Instagram, she call me different faces on it On her knees, might as well tie up my laces for me Never had designer so I spent cake on her Lethal weapon pop confetti, celebratin' on 'em He stepped on if he stand in my way, yeah [Chorus: Koujas] Popped a Roxy now I'm lit, now I'm tweaked up Dirty money on the floor, gotta count up How he froze up when we pull the stick out Pourin' up the whole bottle, fuck a teaspoon Dirty Glock wit' no box, it's illegal Pourin' shot after shot, now she t'd up Twin be pourin' up that snot tryna geek up Double B, double C on my feet bruh Spend a G, got LV on my sneaker Bumpin' Dy in the V, this shit heat bruh Need a G plus 200 for a P bruh It's a fee if he wanna get a feature Got my foot on they throat in Prada sneakers In a LA, [?] got my feet up Say she fuckin' wit' me, she tryna link up [Outro] 7000 on the beat, shorty