Getcha’ Weight Up

Lyrics

[Chorus: CBM Muley] Pull up on the block and I'm lit Got em' looking real sick Throw it up, won't miss Issa home-run hit Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Oh my God, he the best out-burst like Tourette's I ain't even got to stress Keep it trill, nothing less Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! [Verse 1: Rockstar Jt] Shake my hand at the show But you hating on the low Heard you like the way I flow Got to stream like a O (cean...) Working on these rhymes On the clock, never waste time On the ladder and I got to climb To the top, 'cause the case mine Feet up in the trap, I don't even wanna rap Put my city on the map, in the church doing laps Whippin' and flippin' and throwing up 4's Banging up West and cooking on the stove You thinking you 'bout it, they kick in the doors Leaving you dripping like the water hose Body dry if you keep running your mouth From Montgomery, Alabama: we ain't never seen a drought You can drown, 'cause we up right now And we living for a purpose 'til we float up to the clouds (Aye) [Chorus: CBM Muley] Pull up on the block and I'm lit Got em' looking real sick Throw it up, won't miss Issa home-run hit Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Oh my God, he the best out-burst like Tourette's I ain't even got to stress Keep it trill, nothing less Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! [Verse 2: Big Yae] Never thought I'd be on a classic beat But I ain't got no limit, no Master P I'm bout to kill the beat, another casualty Yep, it's 'bout to be another tragedy And then I'm gonna walk out casually, dazzling Like this is actually happening Don't miss this masterpiece, it has to be ecliptic You don't see? Then, put it on yah wish-list We gon' ride out for the winter I call up my friend and we go out to dinner I think I should date her, 'cause that'd be a winner They wish that I would, I'm not talking bout splinters (Nah) But I got to stack up the plates (Go bigger) Then, I'm gon' be bouncing away (No Tigger) And Jt would want to put me on a song That got something to do with some weight (Go figure) I do this to show you my God Aye, that's why I go hard for the Lawd, yah Your sodium levels be high, aye You need to cool it with the salt, yah I'm losing some weight in a minute, aye And you can believe it or not, yah But I don't keep none of the glory for myself I give all the glory to God, yah [Chorus: CBM Muley] Pull up on the block and I'm lit Got em' looking real sick Throw it up, won't miss Issa home-run hit Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Oh my God, he the best out-burst like Tourette's I ain't even got to stress Keep it trill, nothing less Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up! Getcha' weight up!