Lift It Up Lyrics

I got chrome on my pants it's hard to lift it up

Shawty mad I killed her man I don't give a fuck

Yeah I'll call your ass Kamala you a runner-up

You can call me Baby Keem, I'mma Buss Her Up

Yeah, yeah, shoppin' in Japan couple bands for this piece alone

Yeah, they askin' for a hand out I told them leave me alone

Yeah, I'm really goin' H.A.M, this ain't Watch The Throne

I got shooters, I got plugs, they go coast to coast

Undercover coat on me, but I ain't a snitch

Why your girl throw it on me? Cause she ain't your bitch

She a pass around lil bro you should learn that quick

I ain't even have to try she just let me in

I got chrome on my pants it's hard to lift it up

Shawty mad I killed her man I don't give a fuck

Yeah I'll call your ass Kamala you a runner-up

You can call me Baby Keem, I'mma Buss Her Up

Yeah, you wanna be me, but this ain't easy

Shit, I just made a million, like I'm Wheezy

Yeah, they talkin all that shit, but they need me

On their songs cause they know this shit is feces

Spendin' so much money, my accountant gettin queasy

Bought a new chain it's like some water or some Fiji

Yeah, I left some water on my neck, I need a squeegee

You can try your hardest, but I promise you won't beat me

I got chrome on my pants it's hard to lift it up

Shawty mad I killed her man I don't give a fuck

Yeah I'll call your ass Kamala you a runner-up

You can call me Baby Keem, I'mma Buss Her Up