Текст песни Up it Freestyle - Cash Kidd

Up it Freestyle

Ayy
Ayy, just keep it—, keep—, keep it goin'
Ayy, huh, yeah
These niggas, hey

I'm finna finger fuck the nina while she ovulatin'
Know my house in the hills like it got a date
Can't even show my main bitch where my mama stay
We spinnin' blocks, house hoppin' like a holiday
If we find you like an easter egg, you just might die today
At Mary Jane's with the rips like I was hoppin' gates
Jacuzzi in my bathroom with a fireplace
You would treat, took her shoppin', in the pic', she cropped your face
Dweeb contest, I know someone we could nominate
Doc a nigga like he got to his job too late
Sent him to the ER, we call that doctor shit
Just speed off in a Charger like I'm Lil Danny and

Been had confidence, I never needed compliments
Chopper bullets travel 'cross the

, think I know crib
Say she wanna start a family, gave her mouth two kids
Bitch told me to get lost, now my house too big
I hit and quit but told her nigga, "This my bitch now"
You caught him lackin', sippin' mud, then made a pig fly
Your bitch ain't got no type of class when she got pink eye
She like the colors on my chain, she on a peacock
He broke and famous, hot and poor, his ass a teapot
My label just gave me a ticket like a mean cop
Please stop screamin' loud, bitch, let me beatbox
Reach, my hand around her mouth but she don't beatbox
I told her, "Put it in my pocket", that's my G spot
Why I ain't lied inside a verse since I've been hot?
And all these niggas rich as hell 'til they get dropped
Go Fund Me for my rich opps, when will this stop?
She say I got my real name on TikTok
I smacked off the Mary Jane, I feel like Chris Rock
I was gon' put a hook on this, then I said, "Fuck it"
That's why you got all of that ass but you keep runnin'
Okay, I had enough of niggas, finna up it
Feel like we gradin' papers, gave the nerd a hundred
I'm on a plane iced out like Kirt Cousins
Your bitch gave me a flight to Boston, it was nonstop
See the stick pokin' out the bag like a Bomb Pop
Made me put the blue faces on you like Chrisean Rock
My whole life is too free like foul shots
I keep pullin' scams, methods on me like

AR like a choir director, it make crowds rock
I open doors for niggas like it's on child lock
She found out I hit her daughter, she's a proud mom
Ayy, I tried to hit her too
You ain't gon' never make it out if you don't bend no rules
Boy, I know you want that bad bitch in that big old pool
Who

up my last bitch? Hope she get well soon
Bitch tried to light a cigarette, ho, that shit not cool
If you don't put that pistol down, boy, that's just not you
Feel like the Clovers, everybody tryna steal my moves
Bring it on, when I talk, they sing along
Your bitch want me alone on Friday like Nia Long
Ayy, yeah
They know it's my turn, ain't gotta cut, my blinkers on
Yeah, turf on my lawn, why did I cut the sprinklers on?