Akup Songtext

Bitching, me rolling in the city is my canvas.
Pull over bad bitches to my right side,
Niggers, they be tripping ‘cause I'm fucking with their bitches, shit.
Didn't even rhyme, but it sound good,
She said she wanted dip over, I give her hard wood,
West side, baby, get enough call,
Didn't bring a bat back, I just knock the doors down.
Wait, my nigger, what you tripping for?
Fuck these hoes, get the door.
Stack your money, make your shit clip,
Don't get caught up in your whip with an ugly bitch.
Alright, train me like Eddy,
Fuck this, I'm a pedi,
All the bitches crazy, call me Tom Petty.
Grab her hips, tell her keep that ass steady,
With that mouth good, show me, girl, don't tell me.

Waste money before I waste my time,
Keep a bad bitch on my line
Real buzz, let me talk my shit, Quit playing, girl, hop on this dick.
And akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup,
Akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup.

Tell a broke nigger back up,
I'm cashed up, tied up in the game, I'm stuffed up.
Tuxedo bitches got a lap up,
I don't matter when the automorb throw my hat up, akup.
Walk up, wondering why them bitches don't trust us,
Pussy coming in, imma need more rubbers,
Your bitch love us, she lick dick under covers,
Take cover, leave nothing on the tongue, girl.
I like damn bitches in the valley,
Working at them dalleys, porn star Valery,
Nice to meet, said she like the D,
I like to be in fact like once a week.
Once she get the akup, bitch, pack up,
Turn around, count the money, watch the shit add up.
Turn around, get another bitch that's badder,
Ask fed up and then fuck her faster, nigger.

Waste money before I waste my time,
Keep a bad bitch on my line
Real buzz, let me talk my shit,
Quit playing, girl, hop on this dick.
And akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup,
Akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup.

Bad bitches on my line, call it car waiting
Niggers waiting on a sideline, they be hating.
Four bitches on my whip, I'm a limit dating
All black karma, ask me of a nigger's hating
And I run myself like a really,
When a nigger play my songs, hand a bottle to the DJ.
I rather kill her, I rather fuck your bitch, nigger,
You're at home, I'm on the road, getting rich, nigger.
Enough of that shit, let me get back to the women,
‘cause it's taking this bitch, I'm liking what I see.
Give me more bottles, I'm trying to get drunk,
Wake up tomorrow, look to my right, ask who the fuck is you?
Please don't tell me what we do,
Poundry, round two, high class biz',
But best believe I'll ground you.
Walk of shame, baby, let my homies crown you.

Waste money before I waste my time,
Keep a bad bitch on my line
Real buzz, let me talk my shit,
Quit playing, girl, hop on this dick.
And akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup,
Akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup.