It’s Up Mate lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, star boy)
Uh (Phew)
Yeah (Phew, phew), Big 14 (Phew), know what the f*ck goin' on (Phew), gang sh*t, uh
Yeah (Uh), yeah

[Verse 1]
All that damn actin' f*ckin' tough, mate (All that tough sh*t), yeah
Known to catch a body in a scuff, mate (In a scuff, b*tch), yeah
Put a pus*y n*gga on a crutch, mate (Bow, crutch, yeah)
I don't give a f*ck, 'cause I'm motherf*ckin' nuts, mate (Ah), yeah, ho
I done had e-motherf*ckin'-nough, mate (I had enough), yeah
b*tch, we got them K's, got them drums up in the trunk, mate (Ah)
b*tch, you better run, Sunny D up in the cut, ayy
Known to smoke a n*gga like a motherf*ckin' Dutch, ayy (Gas, ayy, gas)
Uh, b*tch, I'm off this gas, I can't pass it (Uh, nah)
Flash it, yeah, I'm Mr. f*ckin' Fantasic (Mr. Fantasic)
Blast it, automatics b*tch, you can have it (You can have it)
Havoc, I let em have it, we livin' lavish (Brrah)
Uh, what the f*ck they on? (Uh, b*tch, b*tch)
And you know I’m rockin’ f*ckin’ Gucci cologne (Uh, uh, yeah)
And you know I just bought Louis cologne (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah, huh
All this cologne, I put n*ggas on (Uh, uh, uh, phew)

[Chorus]
I'm the king of this sh*t (King of this sh*t)
Puttin' n*ggas under my wing in this sh*t (My wing in this b*tch)
Im a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this b*tch (Bling in this b*tch)
Don’t give a f*ck what n*ggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this b*tch, yeah (b*tch)
I'm the king of this sh*t (King of this sh*t)
Puttin' n*ggas under my wing in this sh*t (My wing in this b*tch)
I’m a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this b*tch (Bling in this b*tch)
Don't give a f*ck what n*ggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this b*tch, yeah
[Verse 2]
b*tch, here's Batman (Uh), got them racks in
b*tch I brought them packs in, yeah, uh
Smokin' on this dope, I'm off this thrax, b*tch, uh
I can never fold for a wack b*tch, yeah
That pus*y was wack, it's hella scrap, b*tch, yeah
Really shoot 'em up like Shootem Up, b*tch, ain’t no actin'
Put my city on a damn map, b*tch
And we really sippin' real f*ckin' Act', b*tch, yeah, uh
Pistol Pat, b*tch, Pistol f*ckin' Pete
I’ma shoot him in his teeth, I’ma f*ck the n*gga up
I’ma shoot 'em if he buck, n*gga, knuck if you buck
Ain't nobody I could trust, but my gun, ayy (Phew)

[Chorus]
I'm the king of this sh*t (King of this sh*t)
Puttin' n*ggas under my wing in this sh*t (My wing in this b*tch)
Im a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this b*tch (Bling in this b*tch)
Don’t give a f*ck what n*ggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this b*tch, yeah (b*tch)
I'm the king of this sh*t (King of this sh*t)
Puttin' n*ggas under my wing in this sh*t (My wing in this b*tch)
I’m a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this b*tch (Bling in this b*tch)
Don't give a f*ck what n*ggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this b*tch, yeah