(That's where the motherf*cking bass at!)
[Chorus: Dougie F]
I've been mixing
I'm f*cked up
She can't handle what's in my cup
I've been mixing
Lighting blunts
Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh
[Hook: Dougie F]
Oh
I'm going up
I'm going, going
I'm going up, (I'm going) UP
I'm going up, (I'm going) going
I'm going up, (I'm going) UP
[Verse 1: Douie F]
Yeah, let's go missing
Let's find a cut
I got some henny mixed with ciroc in my cup (mix it up!)
Stragg life for my n*ggas going up (going up!)
I'm tryna f*ck, that's that sh*t that keep me up, yeah
I've been saucy
Can't keep 'em off me
Tryna fall in love, girl
Think that's where you lost me
I could pay the price, now
I don't care what it cost me
Come jump on this di*k, girl
If you feeling froggy
I got b*tches on me
I can't get them off me
n*ggas wanna be me
That's another story
I feel like I'm Dej Loaf
Let a n*gga try me
Camouflage paper
Looking like an army, aye yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Dougie F]
Don't leave me alone oh
There's something in my cup
That's why I hit your phone
That's why I hit your phone
[Chorus: Dougie F]
I've been mixing
I'm f*cked up
She can't handle what's in my cup
I've been mixing
Lighting blunts
Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh
[Hook: Dougie F]
Oh
I'm going up
I'm going, going
I'm going up, (I'm going) UP
I'm going up, (I'm going) going
I'm going up, (I'm going) UP
[Verse 2: Soho Dice]
Yo
I'm going up
Imma need another cup
I'm tryna cut, girl
You already know what's up
She saying, that I'm a freak
She calling me a sl*t, damn
She ain't complaining when I'm feeling on her butt, damn
Young icy n*ggas, we don't give a f*ck, no
Twenty b*tches, we just pop them in the truck,woah
Shawty keep on asking me about my pockets ('bout my pockets)
b*tch, I'm balling (b*tch, I'm balling)
You need to stop it (stop it!)
These n*ggas hate me
And all these b*tches wanna date me
I might invite her to the crib, and let her rate me
If she a 10, I probably might let her have one of my babies
Tell her bring her friend, and they gon ride me
Like a new Mercedes, aw yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Dougie F]
Don't leave me alone oh
There's something in my cup
That's why I hit your phone
That's why I hit your phone
[Chorus: Dougie F]
I've been mixing
I'm f*cked up
She can't handle what's in my cup
I've been mixing
Lighting blunts
Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh
[Hook: Dougie F]
Oh
I'm going up
I'm going, going
I'm going up, (I'm going) UP
I'm going up, (I'm going) going
I'm going up, (I'm going) UP