1Mind - Up That lyrics

[Verse 1] Check this out my n***a 5... 500 for the belt my n***a He the finesse guy, all the hoes like when he come flex hard Got the best on, no 9 to 5, they hit licks or run it through a credit card Gimme that, gimme that I'm in the back like f** that punk I go to work every day still rockin these bummy a** shoes with holes in the front Got a n***a thinkin po trunk Catch a little b**h while he sittin' outside smokin' on a blunt [Hook] I'm like f** that n***a I'm like f** that, f** that n***a I'm like f** that n***a He got J's on and the Bape on, man f** that n***a [Verse 2] Check this out my n***a The double G stand out my n***a Gimme that, gotta be worth a couple thou my n***a He wanna flex huh, bout to take his a** down my n***a You, you know that's Chi sh** We, we been on that Chi sh** Don't act like a n***a ain't come from that violence We been stainin' n***as before Ye was thinkin' about college I hate to get violent, but you out here stylin' Like my shoes ain't catchin' the breeze, it's hard to keep silence We out wilin', we out wilin' Don't make a scene because I'd hate to involve sirens [Hook] [Bridge] J's on, up that sh** True's on, up that sh** Up that sh**, up that sh** Up that sh**, my n***a up that sh** J's on, up that sh** True's on, up that sh** b**h bad, cuff that b**h Cuff that b**h, my n***a up that sh**