Get Up Get Off

You got to get up

Got to get up

You got to get up

Got to get up

If you want to get

I hate people that ain't moving their shoes

And I hate everybody that I see not feeling my groove

I like rhymes that be quick as we be taking the bar

But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars

And I

Hate people who think they can dose up their medicine

Fucking with venom 'cause no one said, they do like a pet 'em and I

Twist the speed of foes harder, they might show them the force

I'd like to see somebody talking shit turn up a corpse

Only model with the ones that got the wickedest drawers

Drink up and ball with us, look, I could kick it with y'all

But I hate phony ass people

And I hate having no draw

And I hate bougie ass clubs that don't

Be having no bitches that break it down to the floor

And I hate when I can't help somebody

And I hate when I ain't got dough

And I hate everyone feeling twister

And prodigy rocking music, party losin' control

You've got to get up

If you want to get off

You've got to get up

If you want to get off

You've got to get up

If you want to get off

You've got to get up

If you want to get off

You've got to get up

Got to get up

You've got to get up

Got to get up

If you want to get

I hate phony ass people

And I hate having no draw

And I hate bougie ass clubs that don't

Be having no bitches that break it down to the floor

And I hate when I can't help somebody

And I hate when I ain't got dough

And I hate everyone feeling twister

And prodigy rocking music, party losin' control

You've got to get up

If you want to get off

You've got to get up

If you want to get off

You've got to get up

If you want to get off

You've got to get up

If you want to get off

Keep your eyes open

So I can stop you from blinking

Make you feel try to see what you're thinking

Through the hole in your dome

While I'm holding my own

Get so cold in the zone I'm destroying my clone

I can fill the fucking room up with torture and pain

Lyrical is coursing coursing my veins

It's the trilogy of terror, real MC from my era

Let us pick up with our own agility that I scare ya because I

Hate y'all phony ass people

And I hate having no draw

And I hate bougie ass clubs that don't

Be having no bitches that break it down to the floor

And I hate when I can't help somebody

And I hate when I ain't got dough

And I hate everyone feeling twister

And prodigy rocking music, party losin' control

You've got to get up

If you want to get off

You've got to get up

If you want to get off

You've got to get up

If you want to get off

You've got to get up

If you want to get off