1up Tee Mj Lyrics

[Intro]
I got 23 on me recordin' right now
Like right now though (Real shit)
1Up shit (Tss)
Huh

[Chorus]
23 in my lap and I just left the 'Raq, I was with my girl
I ain't gotta work out nothin', I'll up sixty racks and do some curls
I'll turn your ho, Rod Wave, tryna find another me, she gon' f*ck the world
I ain't gon' say they can't f*ck with me, they can't f*ck with us, bitch, make that plural
Lame nigga hit the booth, tried to diss me, couldn't even pay for the studio session
If a nigga ever think about smackin' me on my soul, I'm shootin' it at you
Bitch keep on askin' for pape', think I'm a trick, but I ain't, ho, you lookin' desperate
Like I failed driver's trainin', I'm bound to crash every time a lil' nigga test me

[Verse 1]
Bitch threw a brick through the glass, huh, she probably just mad my nеw bitch badder
I'm too busy worried 'bout money, bitch think I'm worriеd about her, bitch, don't be flattered
Pull up in the SRT, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, my shit faster
Baby, I need somethin' fatter, huh, that lil' shit flat like a salmon patty
Huh, huh, huh (Man), that lil' shit flat like a smash burger
Last nigga coppin' the plea, sayin' he gon' do somethin' to Tee, got his ass murdered
Had this shit on since a kid, hoppin' off pops, excursion, bitch, I can merch you
Lame niggas keep on dissin', I don't need paid attention, just know I heard it (Just know I heard it)

[Interlude]
Keep playin' it crazy, huh, just know I heard it (She know I heard it, 1Up shit, 1Up shit)
I ain't even paid attention, just know I heard it (You better not)
Just know I— tss (1Up shit, yeah)

[Verse 2]
You must not know my men, bitch won't show her hand, just know we on
She takin' off my pants, I'ma just do my dance and she gon' f*ck
I used to want ten bands, now I'm worth ten times, ten times ten times ten
And my lil' bitch act like a kid, after I f*ck, she tell me again and again I ain't goin' back and forth, I don't do beef on the 'Gram, lil' nigga spin
We treat that weed you smoke like a basic bitch (Why?), huh, that shit mid
You'll think my lil' bitch be hidin' from somethin' (Why?), she stay in the crib
You'll think I was a cosmetologist (Baow, baow, baow), this 23 shavin' this wig
Hoes keep sprayin' rumors, tryna f*ck up my image, still get bitches
I was just tryna be cool, motherf*ckers keep on playin', I done hit my limit
I get this money and spend it on pretty women, bitch, I like your appearance
Niggas keep pillow talkin', I'm under they bed, they don't even know that I hear it
I feel like Chilli and Bandit, I keep my eyes on the blues, I'm in the stu'
Feel like I'm playin' a tune, play against me, gon' lose, bitch, I can shoot (Bah, bah)
Niggas don't want no war, Draco song like a bomb, bitch go boom
Had to upgrade my standards, my light-skin bitch got class, hoes been loose

[Chorus]
23 in my lap (Michael Jordan) and I just left the 'Raq, I was with my girl
I ain't gotta work out nothin' (Michael Jordan, ha), I'll up sixty racks and do some curls (Michael Jordan)
I'll turn your ho, Rod Wave (Michael Jordan), tryna find another me, she gon' f*ck the world (Michael Jordan)
I ain't gon' say they can't f*ck with me (Michael Jordan), they can't f*ck with us, bitch, make that plural (Michael Jordan, the f*ck?)
Lame nigga hit the booth, tried to diss me, couldn't even pay for the studio session (Man)
If a nigga ever think about smackin' me on my soul, I'm shootin' it at you (On God, real shit, niggas can't f*ck with us, man)
Bitch keep on askin' for pape', think I'm a trick, but I ain't, ho, you lookin' desperate
Like I failed driver's trainin', I'm bound to crash every time a lil' nigga test me (Need all that)