Up Tay B

[Intro]
Huh (Okay Jones)

[Chorus]
Your wrist ain't bust? Put that shit up
She bad, but she broke, turn that bitch up
I can't hit a rap bitch raw, I can't slip up
Sent her overseas for a makeover, now she did up

[Verse 1]
Oh, it ain't got the circle in it? That's a little Patek
Got a cougar bitch, she be callin' me her lil' daddy
Tryna have money wars, it'll get a lil' tragic
Y'all niggas can't even fuck with lil' manners
She a church girl, but she still get a lil' nasty
I wear Amiri, Prada, and Dior, I'm a lil' fancy
I'm thinkin' 'bout my opps while I'm rollin' up
We ain't playin' golf, but I just put a hole in one
Last year, I spent damn near mil' up in Golden Sun
Huh, I'm the chosen one, wait, I'm the frozen onе
Huh, yeah, dog shit on me, it ain't foldin' nothin'
Blick in my pants, Louis belt just to hold it up
Niggas hatе when we in the club 'cause the hoes with us
Whole clique got prezis on and poles with us

[Chorus]
Your wrist ain't bust? Put that shit up
She bad, but she broke, turn that bitch up
I can't hit a rap bitch raw, I can't slip up
Sent her overseas for a makeover, now she did up
Your wrist ain't bust? Put that shit up
She bad, but she broke, turn that bitch up
I can't hit a rap bitch raw, I can't slip up
Sent her overseas for a makeover, now she did up