Locationships Cordae

[Intro]
Kid
(I be on, I be on my way up)
(I be on, I be on, I be on my way up)
(I be on, I be on, I be on my way up) Yup, I be on my
(I be on, I be on, I be on my way up) Yup

[Chorus]
Uh, I say
100 bag, 100 bag, get it right back, huh
Switch it up, flip it up, bet you like that
So, put your number on this paper, 'cause
I would love to take you up
On a lovely day, don't care what your last situation was

[Verse 1]
Uh, I got this spoiled L.A. girl, she from Chino Hills
She let me drive her daddy Bentley, swear that she so real
I swear her silent stare so crazy, it be sayin' the most
And when we go out to eat, she always pay for us both
I got this one chick from the Bay who always bump Mac Dre
I give her constant dick, her consciousness won't go that way
I tell her every day, "Lady, you'll be havin' my baby"
She say, "Yee! Lil' nigga, man, you hella crazy"
I got this one little shawty, her little brother, he rap
He always askin' for a feature, I ignore him and laugh
But when I kill his sister pussy, she gon' lay in the hearse
Her kitty so fuckin' fire, shit, I gave him a verse