Gitty Up

Been down, JG writing metaphors like the good book
Do it my way got my own flow not like the others, a damn crook
And I've been here, waited patient now I'm making moves trying to find my look
And I finally did, it's me bitch imma be myself and I leave you shook

Let me switch it up imma wreck this I get, disrespectful when I'm flexin' bitch
Just copped another fucking check so immaculate flippin' the industry upside down and smacking it
Rap level so passionate, imagine this kid, reappearing like magic tricks
Watching how mad I get
'Cause I decided to spazz on it so pass the spliff no ashes when I'm cashing it

I hate to disrespect when I'm grippin' techs and piercing necks I'm back up in this bitch with a fearful death, I'm missing less, give yo momma cheek a peck, parched and rough like tape from decks, then I take yo durag pussy I'm waiving checks

'Bout to kill this you motherfuckers gon' feel it, saying my shit is ass but I swear I'm rapping the illest, not putting me on a list fuck it I'll eventually fill it, no cap I'm really the realest, yo cap I terribly peel it

You can say what you want with all this money you flaunt, but you cry when I taunt you in facts in dreams that I haunt, say this shit in a font bolder than the peaks of Vermont, I'm fuckin' up on yo aunt, she making me a croissant

So much on my plate I ain't givin' you shit you starving I'm feelin just like a martian, a pumping carcass I'm carving, makin' em wet like Marvin you Gaye as fucking liking gardens I shove em up in a carton and curb stomp it like spartans

Gitty up, Gitty up, Gitty up woah
Crowd shout the boys name so you know I gotta flow
Bitch I've been workin' there's a lot you don't know
Pen to the paper and you know the boy go

Gitty up, Gitty up, Gitty up woah
Crowd shout the boys name so you know I gotta flow
Bitch I've been workin' there's a lot you don't know
Pen to the paper and you know the boy go

Many things I can bargain these bars are over your head
Hose is a Mac-11 I'm feeling you up with lead, I'm pacing you in the race knock you out I put em to bed
Bitch I'm chasing this bread while countin' tears that you shed

No love my mood so shitty like playin' with lil' titties
Pistol poppin', the pity of packing the mag that gritty
My lyricism so witty I'm hoping that you can hear me
I'm r***ing the fucking mic while I'm petting up on her kitty

Having fun with this shit manifesting the digits, yo digits midgets I look like I'm running a business
Who's my witness I be getting busy with this shit, you get evicted fucking with me I leave you restricted

Mind is foggy, too many drugs and fucking coffee
Bitch back up off me going insane I'm feeling froggy, hit yo bitch in doggy resting in peace dropping the bodies
My Posse come up faster than cereal when it get soggy

Started ripping the mic now I'm doing just what I like, now I'm going to different places and flying high in the sky
Don't tell me it's do or die swear you others are skating by, I'm accelerating got better, I'm going eye for an eye

I'm a young prodigy answer to any prophecy think you better is comedy fuckin' with all this honesty
Smoking broccoli high quality follow me in this oddessy imma be the anomaly practicing the astronomy

Denver, Houston to Nola I get it I thought I told ya
The Posse is in Effect with beats darker then Coca Cola
Step to me and it's over you kiddin' like a crayola
I'm better that's hard to swallow, like you eatin' granola

I'm back on my bullshit no time for a hater, curb stomp you in Vans 'cause I dress like a skater
Me and my goons in the back of a blazer with ski masks, a pistol and suits that are tailored

Gitty up, Gitty up, Gitty up woah
Crowd shout the boys name so you know I gotta flow
Bitch I've been workin' there's a lot you don't know
Pen to the paper and you know the boy go

Gitty up, Gitty up, Gitty up woah
Crowd shout the boys name so you know I gotta flow
Bitch I've been workin' there's a lot you don't know
Pen to the paper and you know the boy go