How U Luv That

[Hook] Shit, I got the hook up, bitch What you know 'bout this? Old school my whip King Tut my wrist I got the hook up, bitch What you know 'bout this? I put on my clique Hoes on my dick How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? I got the hook up bitch What you know 'bout this? [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.] Fuck what you heard, ho, they know bout the Krizzle The Chevy on four Pirellis with the pole in the middle I break a ho if she brittle, pimpin' hot off the griddle Cluckin' bustas freakin' and fuckin' for nothing So how you figure I was tricking off? Candy paint my Caddy frame don't be ashamed to lick it off Hail Mary some game to a dame and you can't pick it off Off the chain (Hoo!) I can't sic it off Time and time again I try and tell them let me kick it off And bang on it, I put these lames on it It ain't Multi if ain't put my name on it Make that kinda track and put a train on it Styrofoam, purple rain on it Fresh up out the cleaners, my demeanor, not a stain on it Reign on it, put some chains on it, bet the game on it My woofer beat to the frequency that a bitch done came on it Pinky ring on em, chinchilla get hanged on the floor I leave a bitch fiending for some more [Hook] Shit, I got the hook up, bitch What you know 'bout this? Old school my whip King Tut my wrist I got the hook up, bitch What you know 'bout this? I put on my clique Hoes on my dick How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? I got the hook up bitch What you know 'bout this? [Verse 2: Big SANT] Yeah, B-izza G SANT, biatch Young trill nigga, ho you know just what I be bout Time to take off them T tops, we on that, like banners Man hold up, my car older than your favorite rapper This that shit that they should capture on film Lights camera action, life Bitch my pimpin' 1080p, without no satellite Why niggas ain't acting right, talkin' 'bout who run the South They know it's us They sick and ain't no Robituss to help ‘em out I been official, big dawg in the yard Voted most likely to murder every verse that I start So as soon as I park and I hop on that ride Better leave with your bitch, 'fore I'm off in her mouth Cuz I'mma big timer rhymer, no co-signers around for you If I ain't make that clear let me break it down for ya They lame (yeah), we not (yeah), see us (yeah) on top (yeah) Alumni forever ever bitch They know [Hook] Shit, I got the hook up, bitch What you know 'bout this? Old school my whip King Tut my wrist I got the hook up, bitch What you know 'bout this? I put on my clique Hoes on my dick How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? I got the hook up bitch What you know 'bout this?