Up 2 Sum ft. n/a Lyrics

They gone be mad (They gone be mad)

That I'm doing my thing when I do it

I don't even gotta prove it

Niggas new to it, I'm fluid like juices is

And she think she bad (She think she bad)

Til I pull up huffin' puffin', blow her way like nothing!

They not up to snuff, moving undercover

Think I'm up to something (Think I'm up to something)

That shit sad huh I could never

Even if I did I bet I do it better

How they keep a strap, like sandals with a tether

Can't mix the real with the fake I keep 'em separate

(Bitch I'm) Radddd

Like I pulled up on a fuckin skate board

Don't want the smoke they won't face forward

They gon hide the joint just like a baseboard

I say how much you pay for it

Matte black like tape cord

Gold hoops like play court

Like tight Nikes I takeoff

(Take it off, take it off, whoa)

I shake off

All the hater-ama, you can save the drama

I'm just max relaxin', til the day I'm honored

When I'm lookin back at all these niggas karma

Karma

Karma

Chameleon

You just blend with the background with niggas you act round

I ain in the spot, I ain't feelin' em

Shake shit, tip drillin' em

You know I break necks Maximill n' em mills

Maxed out air fillin' em

Note taken on niggas I'm killin' em

Okay I'll be the villain then

Niggas dirt cheap cost shillings and-

They catching feeling and- (Ew!)

How the money stackin up they filaments, feelin it?

You know fire my element

Water my necklaces, fist is the sediment

Fits so hard that they negligent

On some, "send her ass down to detention" shit

Up at the front here to teach a bitch

Give 'em a seat to sit

Wait until class dismiss (Hol' up)

Not with all the snakiness

Move with a slither, the type to talk with a hiss

They gone have a hissy fit

Just seeing how I made it to the tippy-tip (Top)

I snippy-snip em, while I flex the drip

I put my chest in it, one thing I know is this

They gone be mad (They gone be mad)

That I'm doing my thing when I do it

I don't even gotta prove it

Niggas new to it, I'm fluid like juices is

And she think she bad (She think she bad)

Til I pull up huffin' puffin', blow her way like nothing!

They not up to snuff, moving undercover

Think I'm up to something (Think I'm up to something)