Up It Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Ayy, just keep it—, keep—, keep it goin'
Ayy, huh, yeah
These n*ggas, hey

[Verse]
I'm finna finger f*ck the nina while she ovulatin'
Know my house in the hills like it got a date
Can't even show my main b*tch where my mama stay
We spinnin' blocks, house hoppin' like a holiday
If we find you like an easter egg, you just might die today
At Mary Jane's with the rips like I was hoppin' gates
Jacuzzi in my bathroom with a fireplace
You would treat, took her shoppin', in the pic', she cropped your face
Dweeb contest, I know someone we could nominate
Doc a n*gga likе he got to his job too late
Sent him to thе ER, we call that doctor sh*t
Just speed off in a Charger like I'm Lil Danny and [?]
Been had confidence, I never needed compliments
Chopper bullets travel 'cross the [?], think I know crib
Say she wanna start a family, gave her mouth two kids
b*tch told me to get lost, now my house too big
I hit and quit but told her n*gga, "This my b*tch now"
You caught him lackin', sippin' mud, then made a pig fly
Your b*tch ain't got no type of class when she got pink eye
She like the colors on my chain, she on a peac*ck
He broke and famous, hot and poor, his ass a teapot
My label just gave me a ticket like a mean cop
Please stop screamin' loud, b*tch, let me beatbox
Reach, my hand around her mouth but she don't beatbox
I told her, "Put it in my pocket", that's my G spot
Why I ain't lied inside a verse since I've been hot?
And all these n*ggas rich as hell 'til they get dropped
Go Fund Me for my rich opps, when will this stop?
She say I got my real name on TikTok
I smacked off the Mary Jane, I feel like Chris Rock
I was gon' put a hook on this, then I said, "f*ck it"
That's why you got all of that ass but you keep runnin'
Okay, I had enough of n*ggas, finna up it
Feel like we gradin' papers, gave the nerd a hundred
I'm on a plane iced out like Kirt Cousins
Your b*tch gave me a flight to Boston, it was nonstop
See the stick pokin' out the bag like a Bomb Pop
Made me put the blue faces on you like Chrisean Rock
My whole life is too free like foul shots
I keep pullin' scams, methods on me like [?]
AR like a choir director, it make crowds rock
I open doors for n*ggas like it's on child lock
She found out I hit her daughter, she's a proud mom
Ayy, I tried to hit her too
You ain't gon' never make it out if you don't bend no rules
Boy, I know you want that bad b*tch in that big old pool
Who [?] up my last b*tch? Hope she get well soon
b*tch tried to light a cigarette, ho, that sh*t not cool
If you don't put that pistol down, boy, that's just not you
Feel like the Clovers, everybody tryna steal my moves
Bring it on, when I talk, they sing along
Your b*tch want me alone on Friday like Nia Long
Ayy, yeah
They know it's my turn, ain't gotta cut, my blinkers on
Yeah, turf on my lawn, why did I cut the sprinklers on?