Get Up Glo

[Intro]
(Haha)
Skeet-skeet
Skeet-skeet (We sign shit)
Squad, squad

[Chorus]
Money keep calling my phone, keep telling me, "Get up" (Get up)
Okay (Get up), yeah (Yeah)
I put a hole in his head now that boy can't get up, no way (No)
We was passing the ball, go for a layup, filayyyy (Filayyyy)
Niggas keep sleeping on me, I'ma make they ass stay up today (Today)
Hop out, two and a Drac' (Brrr), I put that shit to the face (Bee, bee)
I'm tryna start a whole movement (Yeah)
Trying to hold in rage (Go)
Fine shit fuck with my music (Yeah)
I put my dick where her face (Le' go)
Percocet pill goin' stupid, yeah (Yeah)
I'm fucked up, fuckin' the set

[Verse]
My brother outside tryna shoot shit (Shot)
My brother tryna makе something shake (Make somеthing shake)
Designer on, bitch, I'm the coolest (Lil' bitch, I'm the coolest)
The shit you put on it be fake
Don't worry about I'm out poppin' tabs, I get in my bag, do that every day
The devil tryna run in my bag, I walked through them tracks and made me a way
You said that you went through my phone, wanna see all my hoes boot up on the set
You love putting racks on you, bae, I'ma treat, I'ma just give you some pape'
You know I put racks on you, I give you dick and give you a place you can stay
I don't give a fuck what I'm doing
If I see the racks, I tie up my shoes, we gon' chase
I already knew that she screwed up, bust me a nut, then I'ma just pass it to Chase
I got a whole lot of shots inside of the Glock, we boostin' up there from the land
Lil' buddie tryna play in this bitch, I bet he get boxed, we put that fuck boy in a crate
Back in the day, I used to put bread in my socks, now I put them racks in the safe