Start It Up

[Verse]

You're hard in the paint, I'm on the ball hater

You're on the block, I be getting off the wall paper

A class, I'm in the A-Class

I've got food for any cat that wants to break fast

And I'm the future, I ain't tryna change past

I've got chicks on my case, I'm a rape charge

Cah they know both my snake and my cake large

I'm flashing bags in West like "Do you take card?"

I'm on a mad buzz, I got them head sprung

And any hater on my name can get their head spun

I've got a blonde bitch telling me I'm dead young

But can't wait for me to get my ass up the M1

Banging [?], sipping on some Red Rum

And any pagan on my list is a dead one

I've got bloggers like "Fuck you're the best Yungs"

Now I ain't even getting air from my left lung

I'm just tryna eat, I ain't tryna sleep

My exclusive [?] are looking kinda neat

Plus there's a ting that's kinda sweet that I'm tryna beat

She don't know it yet but I know she got her eye on me

They're tryna ride on me, but I'm breathing

I look flawless, my swag's through the ceiling

I ain't the type to try and act like I'm creaming

I'm just tryna get in with the crack, I'm a G-String

Uh, and we can take this to the wire

Grown man ting, you can tell by the attire

I'm burning up cous', someone take me out the fryer

I raised these kids, how they gonna doubt fire?

Cah Money be the team, money be the motto

Money be the plan, I bet my money make her swallow

I'm living for today, I don't plan to see tomorrow

Any name that gets mentioned with a stack is getting followed

I've got Grips in the bin on the blower

Saying as soon as he gets off the wing he's gonna blow up

I'm tryna get my dough up

I'm lyrically sick and Money First is the only fucking thing I throw up

Bare man I could've joined

Screaming that I should've joined

I be like "Don't pull a joint"

'Cause I'm out here, swammy on deck

And I'm expecting a sentence if I hit you with that bullet point