UP! UP! lyrics

[Chorus]
Up up that vest to your chest huh
The doors go up up up on the Tesla
n*ggas is pus*y
But I ain’t feeling no pressure
Put on the glasses
Look some like Tecca
I’m never stressed
But I still pour the tec up
This good for a cup
But I’ll still save the rest of it
I’m sending shots n*gga
I’m not a wrestler
We are not equal
And I’m sure not lesser

[Verse 1]
n*ggas scamming
On computers like Lester
This isn’t a game n*gga
This is not checkers
Slo-mo I put that lil b*tch right in reverb
Turn around make that lil b*tch go and reverse
I’m a different level
I freestyle you rehearse
She gonna suck me up right till her knees hurt
You n*ggas followers
I am a leader
Pull out the Glock
Make the whole block disperse
Try me I walk with that glicker
n*gga even yo b*tch know
I’m that n*gga
But I knew that sh*t since I was little
These b*tches get no love
Like Malcolm in The Middle
If she think that I love her
She getting played like a fiddle
If he ask for a feature
I said “you ready on Venmo?”
Your b*tch she be feening for a hello
Oh my god n*gga I love me a redbone
My dawg Trap he be running up a bag
You n*ggas broke, bitter and mad
sh*t so sad all I could do is just laugh
Imma get at you
I ain’t going tit for tat
Shout out "luv no b!tcch**"
I can't go out sad
Got a whole lotta racks in the bag
Me and Koso spent 300 cash
If Sage ain’t direct it my n*gga it’s ass
I’m wearing Ian Connor like a sicko
Said she love me had to let her go
But lil mama spits fire like Iroh
But she crazy she keep trynna kiss me
n*gga mad cause his b*tch wanna link me
Like Virgil I’m only giving out 50s
She lightskin with some little ass titties
She my type and I think that she get me
[Chorus]
Up up that vest to your chest huh
The doors go up up up on the Tesla
n*ggas is pus*y
But I ain’t feeling no pressure
Put on the glasses
Look some like Tecca
I’m never stressed
But I still pour the tec up
This good for a cup
But I’ll still save the rest of it
I’m sending shots n*gga
I’m not a wrestler
We are not equal
And I’m sure not lesser