WORD UP (feat. Giusëppe & Sumeko)

(Dang J.T.S., I don't even know about this one) Yeah Choppa chop his body up, now he in the sky flying with the birds Red laser on the glock pull up to the spot, now we finna lurk (I'm finna double this cup with the X or not, we sipping on syrup) Rocking that Issey Miyake she digging my swag, she saying word Pull out my choppa I let that bitch rip, we leaving that boy on the curb Yeah stay with that laser stay with that saber now that lil' boy finna burn up Drop shot that lil' bitch that boy gone drop now we gone turn up Mi-Miyake Issey, rocking that Issey Miyake I keep that glock in my pocket Sh-She on that fent she acting out of her body I tell that lil' hoe to stop it I heard his music I told him he need to drop it I told him needa stop it Sh-She acting stupid, I hit this bitch with a rocket You know me I'm finna spark it Aye let's go bitch imma die when I walk on stage, a nigga been getting this paper Yeah face shot yeah, face shot yeah You know this glock finna face him Yo' nigga tryna act tuff We smoke that boy like a vapor Yeah I tell this hoe shut up I'm not finna chase her Yeah I pour the Wock in my cup Bitch I'm a junkie, you gotta face it I'm outside tell the opps "What's up" But they don't want smoke, they just playin' I'm goin' up, niggas they hate I'm rockin' all black they think I'm satan I got a white plug, he caucasian Can't touch my chain lil' bitch, that's sacred I roll this dro, I get high like a kite Crazy ass bitch tryna talk on Skype I got a plain jane rollie on my left wrist, and a bust down on my right I used to ride 'round town with a glock on clutch Where the opps at? Takin' they life Nigga tryna tell me shit, an ain't got my shit need to take they own advice I'm finna (Yeah, Yeah) (Woah) I'm finna rock out on stage I put that hoe in Balmain Stealin' my flows, that's so lame I'm in a Trackhawk, fast lane J.T.S!, Meko, Giusëppe we up These niggas stuck in last place I tell that hoe "Don't touch my cup" I'm finna buy that Rolls Royce truck I feel like WordGirl, Tell 'em "Word up" If a bitch talk wild, Imma shut her up Nigga want a pack then he get served up But don't take my shit, cause I lace my drugs I been outside all day tryna spin his block, 'cause it's up and I swear it's stuck (Oh yeah Okay, Okay) It's up, I swear it's stuck I honestly think that it's better I'm sober I'm already turnt when I'm not on drugs You talking bout me and you gossip bout me like Twenty four seven you ain't no thug I was talking to my bro I was like, "only place that we going is up" Talk my talk and I'm still untouched Posted up with a gun and he still ain't tough He said he a dog, I think he a mutt Don't bark up this tree it get ruff I don't even like Off-White, but I got it As of recent I been feeling like shopping I am not gothic but hit the hot topic Pick up some shirts and put 'em in my closet You can sound tough on the mic, but what about in real life? We always snapping like when will you realize? Three peat, yuh this what it feel like Yuh That is not rick, you got dirty converse I get em mad but I'm getting calmer We finna rock out at a concert You know it's Sumeko and I'm never gon come with that ego And I'm chilling with J.T., you know together we going crazy (yes) And shoutout Giuseppe, we pushing the agenda heavy Man we really some rockstars, get together and we finna rock hard yuh Woo (Let go, Let go, Let go Okay, Okay, Okay)