Me N My Kup lyrics

by

Ken Carson


[Intro]
(8-808)
n*gga ain't ever play with me, I'm on some other sh*t, like
Some whole other sh*t, like
(Star made the beat, I just took it out the oven)

[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
It's just me and my cup in this b*tch
DRKSHDW all on my Rick
VVS all on my wrist
I bought a Uzi today and it's already hot, it ain't come with a cooling kit
She ain't f*ck with me back then, but wanna f*ck with me now, huh, I'm cool, lil' b*tch
Huh, let's go hit a lick
Huh, let's go do a drill
I heard he got a mill' in his crib, and he stay up the hill (8-808)
We don't give a f*ck who you is, we don't give a f*ck how you feel
We don't give a f*ck how you feel, we don't give no f*cks

[Verse]
I copped a Mercedes and it's a AMG, I'm ridin' a G-Wagon truck
I just might go and buy the SVJ ‘cause I like how the doors go up
My boy, he be catchin' them bodies, he catchin' them bodies, I'm watching the scores go up
Your gang probably caught a few bodies, but I ain't worried about it, 'cause we droppin' more than them
Step on sh*t like Timbs, pull up with that FN Five-seveN, that b*tch take off limbs
I just popped a private jet, G6, I'm 'bout to take off, yeah
They like, "Hold up, hold up, hold up, you 'bout to take off right here?"
I'm 'bout to take off
n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me when it come to the swag, huh, I'm passin' it out
Shawty ain't got no respect when it come to that ass, huh, she passin' it out
I be VET-VET-VETEMENTS from head to toe, even the socks
I got every Balenciaga boots, except for the Crocs
Rick Owens all over my, Rick Owens all over me
Maison Francis cologne got this ho all over me
I pulled up to my show, rock out this b*tch, then I leave
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas like they got a disease
Trapper rapper, huh, huh, I got what you need
I got this b*tch, her name Chanel, and now she rocks double C
I got that b*tch named Gabriela and now she rocks double G
I took my other b*tch to Louis Vuitton and bought everything, yeah, yeah
If it's up then it's stuck, leave it in the air
Missionary, her legs up, I got them in the air
This b*tch a freak, this b*tch let me f*ck her anywhere
Shawty whip it out in front of my partner, she don't even care
I'm elite with these hoes
I'll put a b*tch in her place, I'll tell a b*tch where to go
If I tell that lil' b*tch to dance, she gon' tango
If I tell her to paint me a picture, she gon' Van Gogh
She insane with that throat, she insane with it
I told her she ain't insane if she don't let the gang hit
I pass her to the gang, yeah, just like James, n*gga
I be killin' that pus*y, I'm killin' that pus*y, feel like John Wayne, n*gga
He was talkin' that, huh, and all he heard was a bang, n*gga
Give a f*ck who you f*ck with, long as you don't f*ck with my gang, n*gga
Give a f*ck who you f*ck with, long as you don't f*ck with my gang, n*gga
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
It's just me and my cup in this b*tch
DRKSHDW all on my Rick
VVS all on my wrist
I bought a Uzi today, and it's already hot, it ain't come with a cooling kit
She ain't f*ck with me back then, but wanna f*ck with me now, huh, I'm cool, lil' b*tch
Huh, let's go hit a lick
Huh, let's go do a drill
I heard he got a mill' in his crib, and he stay up the hill
We don't give a f*ck who you is, we don't give a f*ck how you feel
We don't give a f*ck how you feel, we don't give no f*cks
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