It's Up Freestyle

Yeah, what about now, huh?

Yeah, what about now, ooh, yeah, what about now?

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

(Keed talk to 'em)

Walked in, walked in, this Bentley truck, you can crawl in it (Say what?)

Gucci sweatsuit, yeah, they thought I was joggin' (Yeah, yeah)

I'm just gettin' these front ends, these back ends, these racks in (No cap)

****, fuck your plug, I heard he's taxin', we whack him (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm ballin' out, I got bad bitches at my house, yeah (No cap)

Yeah, that ho's too lazy, I get in her mouth and I kick her out

Yeah, Chanel shoebox full of racks, no safe in the house (Chaney-ney)

Yeah, these bitches see me bring these racks to the club, they filin' up (Rack, rack, racks)

I'ma Milly Rock, yeah, with that Richard Millie (Richard Millie)

Yeah, these **** envy, put racks on their head like beanies (Rack, rack, racks)

Yeah, I crashed the Scat Pack, but it was not rented (Skrrt, skrrt)

Yeah, these racks in my pants, extra green, like spinach (Say what?)

Ooh, ooh, yeah, in this ho's mouth (Keed talk to 'em)

Now she lost her tooth with some Crips too

But I'm a big Blood, blatt, blatt, shoot at his roof

YSL the gang, she said this chain she tryna choose (Slatt-slatt)

Bitch, I'm with your ho, yeah, yeah, with your ho (Slatt-slatt)

Last night with your ho, the whole gang did your ho (Slatt-slatt)

Pass her back, bro, shit, that's something you oughta know

Shit, I heard he love her, shit, I'm jackin' down her throat (Oh, you)

Walked in, walked in, this Bentley truck, you can crawl in it (Say what?)

Gucci sweatsuit, yeah, they thought I was joggin' (Yeah, yeah)

I'm just gettin' these front ends, these back ends, these racks in (No cap)

****, fuck your plug, I heard he's taxin', we whack him (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm ballin' out, I got bad bitches at my house (No cap)

Yeah, that ho's too lazy, I get in her mouth and I kick her out

Yeah, Chanel shoebox full of racks, no safe in the house (Chaney-ney)

Yeah, these bitches see me bring these racks to the club, they filin' up (Rack, rack, racks)

Prayers for my boy, gone, chk, chk, yeah (Gone)

And we just left LA, smokin' exotic strains, yeah (LA)

Yeah, yeah, CC cop 'em by the pairs (Chaney-ney)

Yeah, yeah, just off Triller, I make a mil' (Slatt)

Yeah, yeah, double CC on the chairs (Chaney-ney)

Yeah, yeah, havin' Fear of God drip, for real (God)

Yeah, yeah, snake on the shirts, not no bears (Slatt-slatt)

Yeah, yeah, chopper hit him, hope he left a will

Yeah, yeah, Lil Keed, he gon' get these racks up

Early mornin' gettin' it, yeah, I love these racks (I love them)

Yeah, we smokin' OG, while countin' racks

Yeah, we smoked your OG 'cause he is a rat

Walked in, walked in, this Bentley truck, you can crawl in it (Say what?)

Gucci sweatsuit, yeah, they thought I was joggin' (Yeah, yeah)

I'm just gettin' these front ends, these back ends, these racks in (No cap)

****, fuck your plug, I heard he's taxin', we whack him (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm ballin' out, I got bad bitches at my house (No cap)

Yeah, that ho's too lazy, I get in her mouth and I kick her out

Yeah, Chanel shoebox full of racks, no safe in the house (Chaney-ney)

Yeah, these bitches see me bring these racks to the club, they filin' up (Rack, rack, racks)