Pour Up (feat. Blocc Ballout)

I don't even count how many lines, I just pour up
Last bitch was a square, got with me and then she glowed up
Last opp I caught called a honeycomb, left him holed up
Pussy told, got my nigga charged, I had to load up

Every time my nigga come with me, his bitch think he cheatin
I just fucked his bitch sister, now I think we beefin
Flip the script on me, hit my mans, now she think we equal
Little do this bitch know me and bro on demon time

Yeah, we on demon time
I be stacking pros, bitch run up you gonna see the nine
In this with my bro, bitch free the guys
Play me like a hoe, I'm a shoot the fire
Catch me stacking pros, til I get like five figures
I be popping bottles, you ain't know I'm drinkin liqour
Catch me in your hood, all Hilfiger
Smoking on this wood taking fucking pictures

If he said he beef with me, he hallucinating
Five million streams, H-A-B, didn't accumulate it
Stupid paper, money, counter dry, need some lubricator

Seen me on live with Juice WRLD, and she knew we made it
She knew we made it
Riding down the block, Cubans clanking
For this fucking wock, dropped like 10 Ben Franklin's

Got my eyes on the clock, the time ain't ticking
Talk about when's you gonna drop, like I do be waiting
When we slide down this block, nigga, go faster
Caught me hitting tops, I'm a soul snatcher

Bitch, block my number, and call private like this your daddy
Hit her on like four different phones, I got too many
He got killed without a strap, but he was no lacking
Put in all of your raps and got killed capping

Your family up for grabs cause of your caption
Riding doing laps, you don't want no static
You ain't busting beans, you ain't fucking clapping
You ain't hitting fiends, you don't do no stacking