Bitch I'm Up - Jackboy

Can’t even sleep, bitch I’m up, bitch I’m geeked\nWhen I’m in yo' city please direct me to the freaks\nWhen I’m off that Henny, it be gettin' hard to skeet\nWhen I’m booted up I transform into a beast\nUntamed, off the leash, still runnin' with the heat\nMy glizzy, my G always on the side of me\nI’ma kick the door, I don’t need no fuckin' key\nJust fucked yo' bitch, she get this dick once a week\nTrappin', I’m law breakin', car jackin'\nShould be in the booth rappin' but I’m out snappin'\nMake it happen, don’t complain, ain’t with that naggin'\nGot the Beamer, but I really want that Aston\nWhen I pull up don’t hesitate, hoes jump they ass in\nEat the lap up while I dip and shift through traffic\nDeep throat, dick disappear, I call it magic\nLosin' control of the Beamer, I almost crashed it\nHad to park it to the side, seat in recline\nAssume the position, get on top, bae start to ride\nActin' like you don’t wanna, well that’s a crime\nTo the side, out my ride, walk, you waste time\nHit the club duffled up then catch a rise\nSecurity outta line, think I’m waitin' in line\nI’m comin' straight in, fuck a fee, won’t pay a dime\nMatter fact, I got hundred to bring my .9\nOut my body on c-class, this not molly\nOh you ain’t in session yet? You got a tardy\nThis shit got me jumpin' off the walls like Jeff Hardy\nPuttin' on for the city, stackin' up the fetti\nProject nigga, wrist icey, lilly dilly\nNeed a milly, apply pressure, make em feel me\nIlluminati, nah that’s God in my body\nStill keep the shotty and shooter posted 'round me