Ante Up lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, that's just how much, yeah, ooh
That's DTB for sure

[Chorus: 16GEECHI & Prada Mack]
She said she the runner-up, I told her run it up
Come here, freaky girl, I'm finna turn you up
Cousin gun just got a drum, he got them titties done
Many men want me gone, still I run it up
Hey, make them n*ggas ante up
Patrennessy with the Addy up
Check my stats, immaculate
Your b*tch on ice, Stanley Cup

[Verse 1: 16GEECHI & Prada Mack]
Look at lil' daddy lookin' like a lick lick
Yeah, I'm lit lit, b*tch, why you risk this?
My whole team causin' problems, we some misfits
Two nasty lil' b*tches, I call Prada, he can't miss this
Watch, I resurrect the trap like Lazarus
b*tch just knew 'bout you, don't speak on biohazards
Her body look like it's sponsored by Michelangelo, hey
I knock her bottom off, she leave a mess, look like Danimals
Hold on, me and mines, we some animals
b*tch, watch that spark 'cause I'm flamin' you
Why you think you always lose? You too quick to move
This b*tch chose to follow rules, he got it breakin' news
Keep it up
b*tch, I'm Don Juan, I keep a cup
Quit askin' 'bout specific numbers
Milligrams, we add it up
[Chorus: 16GEECHI & Prada Mack]
She said she the runner-up, I told her run it up
Come here, freaky girl, I'm finna turn you up
Cousin gun just got a drum, he got them titties done
Many men want me gone, still I run it up
Hey, make them n*ggas ante up
Patrennessy with the Addy up
Check my stats, immaculate
Your b*tch on ice, Stanley Cup

[Verse 2: Offset Jim & ALLBLACK]
My cleat check is Off-White, them Balis up
Lil' n*gga check that score, tallied up
Care package for the bros, free the dubs
b*tch, I came straight for that bag, keep the love
If you run off with that bag, we bounty hunt
Hey, it ain't no pressure, it ain't sh*t to us (Hit your drummer ass up)
Lil' n*gga, you ain't gang, ain't one of us
Lil' n*gga, you ain't gang, ain't one of us

[Verse 3: ALLBLACK]
Call baby mama up, I let her ride
Kenzo, told 'em make skinnies, I'm on the height
Forty toes, all active, who we dynamite?
Trappin' in Anaheim, the chicken threw up on the mic
9-3-8, eatin' tony styles and knock rice
Lingo at the side door scorin' on the dice
Threw a sixty back, then I threw two Hennys back
Fell asleep on that b*tch, I couldn't get out the trap
It's BLACK, hah
[Chorus: 16GEECHI & Prada Mack]
She said she the runner-up, I told her run it up
Come here, freaky girl, I'm finna turn you up
Cousin gun just got a drum, he got them titties done
Many men want me gone, still I run it up
Hey, make them n*ggas ante up
Patrennessy with the Addy up
Check my stats, immaculate
Your b*tch on ice, Stanley Cup

[Outro: 16GEECHI, Prada Mack, & Offset Jim]
She said she the runner-up, I told her run it up
Come here, freaky girl, I'm finna turn you up
Cousin gun just got a drum, he got them titties done
Hey, make them n*ggas ante up, hey
Patrennessy with the Addy up, hey
My cleat check is Off-White, them Balis up
Lil' n*gga check that score, tallied up