I'm Up - A-Wax, Gucci Mane

I’m up

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I’m hands on like a iPad (iPad)

Them racks in my pants look like thigh pads (Thigh pads)

I hit it with the fork, that’s my dance (Scur!)

I hit it two times, that’s a slow dance (Scur scur!)

I ain’t got time for the romance

Cocaine avalanche when I finance

I’ma laugh at ya, I’ma throw a bomb at ya

Since you a crumb snatcher I’ma throw a crumb at ya

I ain’t mad at ya, but ya got me bent backwards

I roll another swisher, I don’t like to smoke Backwoods

Brick Squad bandana fool, trapped out since grammar school

Brick Squad Atlanta crew, she got a bandana too

I’m up

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Yea I got that fire for ya FYI

Nigga didn’t respect me, it’s hello, goodbye

All my hoes is dykin' (Dykin'), all yo hoes is triflin' (Triflin')

Yeah I got a pistol but the bullets from a rifle

Yeah they call me deuce, I got deuces on my coupe

Put two swishers together look like I’m blowing on a flute

Yea nigga we up, we ride up on you

Ralph Lauren teddy bear it’s not Winnie the Pooh

Yeah nigga we winnin', and spend it on these women

And I ain’t playing soccer when I’m kicking it at Lenox

Say what up to Louis, say what up to Fendi

Niggas know what we doing I make it so I spend it

I’m up

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