Mounted Up - J.I.D

Ok, I’m mounted up

High off the ground, watch me count it up

Cop me a pound, burn it down with us

Let’s hit the town, is you down or nah?

Look at me now, I done found me some

Treasure inside the trash

Sever my hands reaching through the metal and glass

It’s been a blast, feel the magic in the madness

Give me your hands

Give me passion, anything that could equal some satisfaction

Looking for love at the end of this Hen bottle

Looking for pub', let me pen your next album

Call from above, tell me J.I.D you been allowed to point it

Remerged, kicking lyrics in the South, no issue

Wipe that drizzle of your mouth, it’s time to wake up the house

Y’all niggas been playing Skins vs. Blouses

I’mma keep my shirt on until some hoes come out

Always keep your word, homie, I don’t know nothing else

I’m your father, go get a switch or a belt

Interrupting my method, in here making this velvet

Grab my dick and do a thrust with my pelvis

My shoes suede, but don’t fuck with no Elvis

I’m from the era of real shit;

kill-or-be-killed shit

Kill-or-be real quick, float like butterfly

Sting like killer bee, flow worth kilograms

You niggas killin' me thinkin' you ill as me

What’s shit to an enema, enemy?

Anyone, get at me, I’m the epitome

I’m mounted up

High off the ground, watch me count it up

Cop me a pound, burn it down with us

Let’s hit the town, is you down or nah?

Look at me now I done found me a

Method to all the madness

Checkin' my hands, checkin' my back

Checkin' the cash, and checkin' and balancin'

Hard work, callouses

Gripping the challenge by the cabbage

And I’m blackin' 'till it’s no longer a factor

Murder the-murder the game, kill it

Metaphysical living, deranged vision

Not a typical nigga, the same limit

But I’m limited edition, I change prisms

Am I trippin', a nigga be trippin'

I’m feelin' like most of you niggas be slippin'

Giving you tips and a nigga just went with it flippant

Not sayin' you stupid, but hella reminiscent

Oh them stupid niggas, what they do to niggas

Kill or shoot a nigga (die!)

Then recruit a nigga, boot or suit a nigga

Send em to the other side

Is you gon' knuckle up for the ride?

Niggas is fuckin' tough till its fuckin' time

Bet they motherfuck, better buckle down

Cause I’m coming up nigga, hella mounted

Know my name cross hella counties

(Hey J.I.D, ay) What’s up shawty?

Been around the world, ooh yeah

Let me tell you 'bout it

Keep your shit cool, melancholy

Keep your tool, shit, met a baller

Get some money, niggas be jealous

So him and his fellas come deliver hella bodies

Post robberies, another dead nigga no problem

You happy 'cause we doin' your job

I’m pulling everybody’s hole card

I never play with le boy toys

I was busy inside of laboratories

Lookin' out the window like a Labrador

And to the bullshit I’m a matador

In the pulpit like God’s son, not a daddy’s boy

Cornered boar, carnivore, ready for any war

Send em forward, fifty more, plenty more

Gimme more, see me lord