Throwup lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Hol' up, hey
L-L-Let's go

[Chorus]
Hot pink 10, I might throw up (Huh)
[?]
Hop in that Scat, do donuts (Yeah)
[?]
I just did the lean, we pour a four up
Drug, lil' b*tch, do it over and over
Get a bag 'fore a n*gga show up (Hell yeah)
Keep her mouth close, b*tch bendin' over (Ayy)
C-C-Can't f*ck that b*tch, I ain't into that (Yeah)
She f*ck with me, 'cause my intellect (Hey)
Cut my ex off, 'cause I know better than that (Yeah)
I just went Louis V' leather man
Put the grass in my blunt, let it settle in
She can't name no n*gga that's better than me
Got artillery like a veteran
Told her, "Watch your step, 'cause these Margiela's ain't cheap" (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I treat that ho like she a real one (Yeah)
How she ain't goin'? 'Cause nobody's gon' feel sum' (Yeah)
Up early mornin', y-y-you made yo own bed
Drugs for my whole head
I'm losin' focus
[Bridge]
Yeah (Skrrt)
Yeah (Turn up, turn up)
Yeah, yeah
C'mon

[Verse 2]
E-E-Ever since that I went gold (Huh)
She want me to swim in her ocean
Hop in that Lambo', go ghost
[?]
Lil' n*gga try jack my flow
VS1 diamond, my face, what you on?
Hitting up Neiman's for new Saint Laurent
Might f*ck the lil' b*tch, then I'm bringin' her home
Ain't about money, don't pick up the phone (C'mon)
Rap ass n*ggas some clones
f*ck that b*tch, I'm still crossin' her, owing her Chrome
I been investin' in sh*t, put you on
And I'm back in that mode, puttin' heart in my songs
I done got rich, it ain't take very long
Money goin' up fast, that my new favorite joke
That b*tch a shorty, I pass her to Chomp
I'm totin' .40, my cup Rick and Morty
I said she could pull up, but ho, not for long
I just put in new order, it keep sh*t in order
I make sure that all of my hoes get along
b*tch, I'm gettin' older, r-r-racks gettin' older
I guess we really got somethin' in common
M-M-Might pour a six, right in my soda
Pour up my name, 'cause I'm really on timin'
[Chorus]
Hot pink 10, I might throw up (Huh)
[?]
H-H-Hop in that Scat, do donuts (Yeah)
[?]
I just did the lean, we pour a four up
Drug, lil' b*tch, do it over and over
Get a bag 'fore a n*gga show up (Hell yeah)
Keep her mouth close, b*tch bendin' over (Ayy)
Can't f*ck that b*tch, I ain't into that (Yeah)
She f*ck with me, 'cause my interlink (Hey)
Cut my ex off, 'cause I know better than that (Yeah)
I just went Louis V' leather man
Put the grass in my blunt, let it settle in
She can't name no n*gga that's better than me
Got artillery like a veteran
Told her, "Watch your step, 'cause these Margiela's ain't cheap"

[Outro]
Huh, huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh