Assup (feat. Prince Tommy)

Get your fucking hands up

When we up in the club

Yea, they got their hands up

When she pull up to my crib

Shawty arch her back up

You know how I like it

Face down, ass up

Way too gassed up

We the top-notch

Where the facts at?

I'm the captain

Lean with Fanta uh

I be on this money and I'm finna get that

All night, all-day

We been living reckless

Told me "Baby, faster"

Make that lady blast off

Bitch I'm a fucking bastard

Bitch I'm fuckin- ahaha yah

When we in the crib

All that oxy and the lean

All up in intestines (WHAT, YEAH!)

Bitch I thought I told you

Eat my dick like soul food

Anything that I do

Always do it focused

Yeah we ride in a Beemer

You ride in a Focus

They ain't see it back then uh

Now they notice (Let's go!)

Maison Mihara my vans

Fashion sense

Fuck all your plans

I'm laying back

I'm too relaxed

Yeah she pull up on me

I said "Baby make sure that pussy waxed"

Live so fast this shit looking like a timelapse

Pulling up on 10s

But she about that ring

Fuck what you been

I ain't bout that man

But we about that

All up in the fat stacks

Whip like hellcat

Dogs on my backpack

I could do an SUV like Bari then a Maybach

Running thru life like I'm playing blackjack uh

All these signs you preach I already read that

I be going forward even when I step back

Yah!

Get your fucking hands up

When we up in the club

Yea, they got their hands up

When she pull up to my crib

Shawty arch her back up

You know how I like it

Face down, ass up