UP!

(Quincey White)

(1 Million Spooks, billion, baby)

Y'all pass on all this gas, y'all see the price and now y'all freakin' out

Trigger finger fuckin' a pussy ****, shot eat you out

Never is my name in a rap **** mouth when he speakin' out

So I been patiently waitin' on a sub like the teacher out

Peep this out, I'lll leave you on the scene bleedin'

Motherfuckers screamin' like a preteen seein' a Steven King screening

Look at my sixteens and tell me you don't see demons

I'm a nightmare for any dreamer, y'all seen me

You fightin' over who next out the city, that's silly stuff

I'm bar sparrin' with Jay, Nas, and Jada' and can't be touched

And don't try to dap me, if it's up, it's really up

I take the beat, dip it in blood like video

(It ain't nothin' to talk about, my ****)

Now if it's up, it's up

Don't see me in the streets and try to dap me up (Nah, we ain't doin' that)

'Cause, clearly, ****, we ain't on that internet stuff (Nah, we ain't the type to type)

Now if it's up, it's up (Uh-uh)

Do this for the sport, who wanna fuck with us? (Who? Come on)

Seven in this bitch, the crowd pump me up (Let's go)

I'd rather not shed blood, but if it's up, it's up (I'd rather not, Lox)

Now it's up, it's up

**** try to ask what's up, I say the price of work

Never speak on a code you ain't decipher first (Shh)

Yeah, I stay on the move, homie, the Nikes work (I'm moving)

Father forgive, they bring the pipe to church (Lord)

Even the mosque, nothing's getting squashed

If it's up (Nothing), 'til your head is off, that money's gettin' washed (Gettin' clean)

Probably in a Dodge playin' some Mary Blige

That's a Hellcat, been to Hell and back 'cause I'm hard

Now I'm parked in the garage

Headed to the crib, if it's up, it's all good 'cause it's hammer in the vase

**** said they got bars

They gotta convince me, SP and Quincey, my lifestyle is large

(It ain't nothin' to talk about, my ****)

Now if it's up, it's up

Don't see me in the streets and try to dap me up (Nah, we ain't doin' that)

'Cause, clearly, ****, we ain't on that internet stuff (Nah, we ain't the type to type)

Now if it's up, it's up

Do this for the sport, who wanna fuck with us? (Come on)

Seven in this bitch, the crowd pump me up (Let's go)

I'd rather not shed blood, but if it's up, it's up

Now it's up, it's up (Up)

Up like the arrow pointin' off on the compass (Up)

Up like my dick 'cause life's a bitch, so I fuck it (Up)

It's up like a bag handed from Warren Buffet

Stick your toe up in this water, I really wouldn't trust it

'Cause you never know what's swimmin' in the bottom of this bitch

But ain't no bottom-feeder ****, I'll swallow up a whole school of cliques

In this rap game that's supposedly on the top tier

But he just one man, that's really not fair, let's stop here

I used to doubt myself, but how can I when I'm that guy?

Talkin' Aaron Hall singin' panties off at eighty-nine

I put the beat on **** like I'm Teddy Riley

Swear to God, I catch a body versus everybody

Better tell 'em 'bout me

(It ain't nothin' to talk about, my ****)

Now if it's up, it's up

Don't see me in the streets and try to dap me up (Nah, we ain't doin' that)

'Cause, clearly, ****, we ain't on that internet stuff (Nah, we ain't the type to type)

Now if it's up, it's up

Do this for the sport, who wanna fuck with us? (Come on)

Seven in this bitch, the crowd pump me up (Let's go)

I'd rather not shed blood, but if it's up, it's up

Now it's up, it's up

Yuh hear mi now, mi a say big up to the rapper Quincey White

Yuh ting bop

Yuh ting ight

A be a fire you spit in the mic

Brrutah, future looking bright

Quincey White