I Get It Up (feat. 8P3X)

I'm racked up like the grocery aisle Hoe you know I get big breaded And I feel like sky's the limit Why is that because Big said it I been sittin here for a minute Just waitin' on you I'm big ready Hoe you know you come up to me On that bullshit I would've been dead it We all sinners bitch its sin city Imma have to make you a enemy If you ain't tryin' to be friends with me I been out soakin' up the rain And yall fuckers scared to get drenched with me Get ya shovel hoe ya gotta dig me Big booger bitch you better pick me I'm on shroom dust but I call it pixie I do not laugh very easy The thought of me broke is hysterical though I know how to get up my green I just fertilize it and the miracles grow It's been a minute since I been to church But I'm feelin' so spiritual though Dick in your face So you see how I'm comin' And get you a visual though I do not need me a baddie I need me a richie F*ck all these dimes I need hundreds and fifties Be a broke bitch And have fun with yo titties Boy that's a pity I was actin' an ass Straight from the beginning So ain't no surprise that I'm shittin' I won't even give 'em the grace of being some pussies Them bitches is kittens It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up I break 'em down Just to build 'em up I empty pockets Just to fill them up My dick grow like Pinocchio When I lie down But I'm real as f*ck Now wipe me down I get on up You point yo bullshit my way Then imma go Kyle Ritt on ya Like dope beats I spit on ya I ain't in this bitch to politic Cause I don't really f*ck with politicians I'm just chillin' in my own world And I made it all like Wanda vision I know cons with yay That's Donda children Won't feel rich till I got a billion Any mufucka sayin they ain't feelin me Ain't got no feelins' I'm animal style baby in and out I don't take no drama or give it out You cannot keep up if I hit a route I'm gettin' wide open and touchin' down Leave you in a daze when the sun is down Bitch I make a banger No gun around My lady get smart Tell her dumb it down I do not have room for no cunt around I blow on this bong till it's burnin my spirit I'm high off the loud you could hear it I bet you could smell it and taste it and feel it But you can't get anywhere near it I call it Mary I'm high as the holy one Baby that shit is apparent I grew some wings on my back And I might just jump off of this roof If you dare me It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up It might go down I get it up