Throwup

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Hol' up, hey L-l-let's go [Chorus] Hot pink 10, I might throw up (Huh) [?] Hop in that Scat, do donuts (Yeah) [?] I just did the lean, we pour a four up Drug, lil' bitch, do it over and over Get a bag 'fore a nigga show up (Hell yeah) Keep her mouth close, bitch bendin' over (Ayy) C-c-can't fuck that bitch, I ain't into that (Yeah) She fuck with me 'cause my intellect (Hey) Cut off my ex, I know better than (Yeah) I just went Louis V' leather man Put the grass in my blunt, let it settle in She can't name no nigga that's better than me Got artillery like a veteran Told her, "Watch your step, 'cause these Margiela's ain't cheap" (Yeah) [Verse 1] I treat that ho like she a real one (Yeah) How she ain't goin'? 'Cause nobody's gon' feel sum' (Yeah) Up early mornin', y-y-you made yo own bed Drugs for my whole head I'm losin' focus [Bridge] Yeah (Skrrt) Yeah (Turn up, turn up) Yeah, yeah, yeah C'mon [Verse 2] E-e-ever since that I went gold (Huh) She want me to swim in her ocean Hop in that Lambo', go ghost [?] Lil' nigga try jack my flow VS1 diamond, my face, what you on? Hittin' up Neiman's for new Saint Laurent Might fuck the lil' bitch, then I'm bringin' her home Ain't about money, don't pick up the phone (C'mon) Rap ass niggas some clones Fuck that bitch, I'm still crossin' her, owin' her Chrome I been investin' in shit, put you on And I'm back in that mode, puttin' heart in my songs I done got rich, it ain't take very long Money goin' up fast, that my new favorite joke That bitch a shorty, I pass her to Chomp I'm totin' .40, my cup Rick and Morty I said she could pull up, but ho, not for long I just put in new order, it keep shit in order I make sure that all of my hoes get along Bitch, I'm gettin' older, ra-racks gettin' older I guess we really got somethin' in common M-m-m-might pour a six right in my soda Pour up my name 'cause I'm really on timin' [Chorus] Hot pink 10, I might throw up (Huh) [?] H-h-hop in that Scat, do donuts (Yeah) [?] I just did the lean, we pour a four up Drug, lil' bitch, do it over and over Get a bag 'fore a nigga show up (Hell yeah) Keep her mouth close, bitch bendin' over (Ayy) Can't fuck that bitch, I ain't into that (Yeah) S-s-she fuck with me 'cause my interlink (Hey) Cut off my ex, I know better than (Yeah) I just went Louis V' leather man Put the grass in my blunt, let it settle in She can't name no nigga that's better than me Got artillery like a veteran Told her, "Watch your step, 'cause these Margiela's ain't cheap" [Outro] Huh, huh Uh-huh, uh-huh