Ciscaux - Up! Lyrics

I might just
Pull up and I slide artillery
Fuckboy don't want beef he rotisserie
Yo bitch on the gram she digging me
Told me she a fan she listening
She said she a fan
She make her own bands
This verse isn't cleared without the advance
I fuck on that bitch and leave her in a trance
I feel like I'm 1nonly made her dance
Made her dance okay
From the back okay
Might fuck around make a couple stacks okay
In the batmobile I'm a bat okay
She a catgirl fucking on the cat okay
Feel the wind is blowing cause the top is missing
Bitch I'm out here balling ain't no competition
Feel like michael jordan and you scottie pippin
Boy there ain't no falling y'all won't catch me slipping cause
I stay on hold
Unlike my money we not gonn' fold
I got some stocks that's up ten fold
I got some thots that don't get cold
I got some flows that don't get old
I got some flows that just won't rust
I got yo bitch right here on da bust
God damn right now I feel up
Bitch I'm up
So up
Can't nobody tell me nothing
I got guap
These knots
They stuffed all in my pockets
I got opps
They not
Doing nothing but that talking
So what's up
What's up
Bitch I might just pull up
Pull up and I slide artillery
Fuckboy don't want beef he rotisserie
Yo bitch on the gram she digging me
Told me she a fan she listening
She said she a fan
She make her own bands
This verse isn't cleared without the advance
I fuck on that bitch and leave her in a trance
I feel like I'm 1nonly made her dance
Pull up and I slide artillery
Fuckboy don't want beef he rotisserie
Yo bitch on the gram she digging me
Told me she a fan she listening
She said she a fan
She make her own bands
This verse isn't cleared without the advance
I fuck on that bitch and leave her in a trance
I feel like I'm 1nonly made her dance

I might just
Pull up and I slide artillery
Fuckboy don't want beef he rotisserie
Yo bitch on the gram she digging me
Told me she a fan she listening
She said she a fan
She make her own bands
This verse isn't cleared without the advance
I fuck on that bitch and leave her in a trance
I feel like I'm 1nonly made her dance
Made her dance okay
From the back okay
Might fuck around make a couple stacks okay
In the batmobile I'm a bat okay
She a catgirl fucking on the cat okay
Feel the wind is blowing cause the top is missing
Bitch I'm out here balling ain't no competition
Feel like michael jordan and you scottie pippin
Boy there ain't no falling y'all won't catch me slipping cause
I stay on hold
Unlike my money we not gonn' fold
I got some stocks that's up ten fold
I got some thots that don't get cold
I got some flows that don't get old
I got some flows that just won't rust
I got yo bitch right here on da bust
God damn right now I feel up
Bitch I'm up
So up
Can't nobody tell me nothing
I got guap
These knots
They stuffed all in my pockets
I got opps
They not
Doing nothing but that talking
So what's up
What's up
Bitch I might just pull up
Pull up and I slide artillery
Fuckboy don't want beef he rotisserie
Yo bitch on the gram she digging me
Told me she a fan she listening
She said she a fan
She make her own bands
This verse isn't cleared without the advance
I fuck on that bitch and leave her in a trance
I feel like I'm 1nonly made her dance
Pull up and I slide artillery
Fuckboy don't want beef he rotisserie
Yo bitch on the gram she digging me
Told me she a fan she listening
She said she a fan
She make her own bands
This verse isn't cleared without the advance
I fuck on that bitch and leave her in a trance
I feel like I'm 1nonly made her dance