Up That lyrics

[Verse 1]
Check this out my n*gga
5... 500 for the belt my n*gga
He the finesse guy, all the hoes like when he come flex hard
Got the best on, no 9 to 5, they hit licks or run it through a credit card
Gimme that, gimme that
I'm in the back like f*ck that punk
I go to work every day still rockin these bummy ass shoes with holes in the front
Got a n*gga thinkin po trunk
Catch a little b*tch while he sittin' outside smokin' on a blunt

[Hook]
I'm like f*ck that n*gga
I'm like f*ck that, f*ck that n*gga
I'm like f*ck that n*gga
He got J's on and the Bape on, man f*ck that n*gga

[Verse 2]
Check this out my n*gga
The double G stand out my n*gga
Gimme that, gotta be worth a couple thou my n*gga
He wanna flex huh, bout to take his ass down my n*gga
You, you know that's Chi sh*t
We, we been on that Chi sh*t
Don't act like a n*gga ain't come from that violence
We been stainin' n*ggas before Ye was thinkin' about college
I hate to get violent, but you out here stylin'
Like my shoes ain't catchin' the breeze, it's hard to keep silence
We out wilin', we out wilin'
Don't make a scene because I'd hate to involve sirens
[Hook]

[Bridge]
J's on, up that sh*t
True's on, up that sh*t
Up that sh*t, up that sh*t
Up that sh*t, my n*gga up that sh*t
J's on, up that sh*t
True's on, up that sh*t
b*tch bad, cuff that b*tch
Cuff that b*tch, my n*gga up that sh*t