Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Up Freestyle , by - Lil Keed. Release date: 16.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's Up Freestyle |
| Yeah, what 'bout now? |
| Huh, yeah, what 'bout now? |
| Ooh, yeah, what 'bout now? |
| Fore’n |
| It’s up |
| Oh Lord, Jetson made another one |
| Keed talk to 'em |
| Walked in, walked in, this Bentley truck you can crawl in |
| Gucci sweatsuit, yeah, they thought I was joggin' |
| I’m just gettin' these front-ends, these back-ends, these racks in (No cap) |
| Nigga, fuck your plug, heard he taxin', we whack him (Yeah) |
| Bitch, I’m ballin' out, I got bad bitches at my house (No cap) |
| Yeah, that ho too lazy, I get in her mouth then I kick her out (Boom-boom-boom) |
| Yeah, Chanel shoebox full of racks, no safe in the house (Chaney-ney) |
| Yeah, these bitches see me bring these racks to the club, they fallin' out |
| I’ma Milly Rock, yeah, with that Richard Mille (Richard Mille) |
| Yeah, these niggas envy, put racks on their head like beanies (Rack, rack, |
| racks) |
| Yeah, I crashed the scat pack, but it was not rented |
| Yeah, these racks in my pants extra green like spinach (Say what) |
| Ooh, (Keed talk to 'em) ooh, in this ho mouth |
| Like she lost her tooth, with some Crips too, huh |
| But I’m big Blood, blatt, blatt, shoot at his roof |
| YSL the gang, she said this chain, she tryna choose (Slatt-slatt) |
| Bitch, I’m with your ho, yeah, yeah, with your ho (Slatt-slatt) |
| Last night with your ho, the whole gang did your ho (Slatt-slatt) |
| Pass her back, bro, that’s so you aught to know |
| She heard he low, yeah, I’m jerkin' in her throat (I'm you) |
| Keed talk to 'em |
| Huh, she know that these racks in |
| I remember back then, she was actin' |
| I don’t need no help with no back-end |
| Glock with a dick, I ain’t wrestlin', might go, Draco |
| A hundred shots, we ain’t wrestlin', huh, yeah |
| I go put a backend up, I put my main ho up |
| Now that her best friend know, slime got a blicky, yeah-yeah (Damn) |
| Kick that ho right out this box, I put my power in there |
| Yeah, when they see me, know they red flaggin', yeah |
| Back from my boy Gump’s, (Choo-choo) yeah (Go) |
| And we just left LA, smokin' exotic strains, yeah (LA) |
| Yeah, yeah, CC, cop 'em by the pairs (Chaney-ney) |
| Yeah, yeah, just off Triller, I make a mil' |
| Yeah, yeah, double CC on the chairs (Chaney-ney) |
| Yeah, yeah, havin' Fear of God drip for real |
| Yeah, yeah, snake on the shirts, not no bears |
| Yeah, yeah, chopper hit him, hope he left a will |
| Yeah, yeah, Lil Keed gon' get these racks up |
| Early mornin' gettin' in, yeah, I love these racks |
| Yeah, we smokin' OG while countin' these racks |
| Yeah, we smoked your OG 'cause he is a rat |
| Yeah, young handsome oldhead, no need for old shit |
| Yeah, these hoes annoying, in the trap house, they blowin' me |
| My white boy, he be smokin' shit just like he Marley |
| Opp nigga, I ain’t runnin' in, nigga, try me, they gon' charge me |
| You talkin' 'bout I changed, nah, bitch, you just borin' |
| She said, «Man, you changin'», (Fuck is you doin') nah, nah, uh |