Up ft. Rios

Good God, smooth spick and span and it slaps like a butch broad

Even if I stood next to Shaq, I'd have stood tall

Water in your glass starts to splash when my foot stomps

Y'all wanna rap, but y'all trash once the hook stops

So pass me the cook pot, a handful of fans turn to masses like Woodstock

Consistent with your brand is when you can but you would not

Just tryna pay my fam and get some land in a good spot

There's a myriad of y'all niggas, very odd

Undercover sketchy cop, no taste

Becky sauce, reach for the stars