Mounted Up JID
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[Intro: DJ Drama]
Fam, take me to where the bars is at
Take me to the street where the bars is at
JID, DJ Drama, let's get it
[Chorus]
Okay, I'm mounted up (Huh)
High off the ground, watch me count it up
Cop me a pound, burn it down with us (Uh)
Let's hit the town, is you down or nah?
Look at me now, I done found me some
[Verse 1]
Treasure inside the trash
Sever my hands reaching through the metal and glass
It's been a blast, feel the magic in the madness, give me yo' hands
Give me passion, anything that can equal some satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of this Henn' bottle
Looking for pub', let me pen your next album
Call from above, tell me kid you been allowed to
Point it to re-emerge, kicking lyrics in the South, no issue
Wipe that drizzle off your mouth, it's time to wake up the house
Y'all niggas been playing skins versus blouses
I'ma keep my shirt on until some hoes come out
Always keep your word, homie, I don't know nothing else
I'm your father, go get a switch or a belt
Interrupting my method, in here making this velvet
Grab my dick and do a thrust with my pelvis
My shoes suede but don't fuck with no Elvis
I'm from the era of real shit, kill-or-be-killed shit
Kill-or-be real quick, float like butterfly
Sting like killer bee, flow worth kilograms
You niggas killin' me thinkin’ you ill as me
What's shit to an enema, enemy?
Anyone, get at me, I'm the epitome
Fam, take me to where the bars is at
Take me to the street where the bars is at
JID, DJ Drama, let's get it
[Chorus]
Okay, I'm mounted up (Huh)
High off the ground, watch me count it up
Cop me a pound, burn it down with us (Uh)
Let's hit the town, is you down or nah?
Look at me now, I done found me some
[Verse 1]
Treasure inside the trash
Sever my hands reaching through the metal and glass
It's been a blast, feel the magic in the madness, give me yo' hands
Give me passion, anything that can equal some satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of this Henn' bottle
Looking for pub', let me pen your next album
Call from above, tell me kid you been allowed to
Point it to re-emerge, kicking lyrics in the South, no issue
Wipe that drizzle off your mouth, it's time to wake up the house
Y'all niggas been playing skins versus blouses
I'ma keep my shirt on until some hoes come out
Always keep your word, homie, I don't know nothing else
I'm your father, go get a switch or a belt
Interrupting my method, in here making this velvet
Grab my dick and do a thrust with my pelvis
My shoes suede but don't fuck with no Elvis
I'm from the era of real shit, kill-or-be-killed shit
Kill-or-be real quick, float like butterfly
Sting like killer bee, flow worth kilograms
You niggas killin' me thinkin’ you ill as me
What's shit to an enema, enemy?
Anyone, get at me, I'm the epitome
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