Jalion, Caskey - Out N Up lyrics

I'm out and up, out and up, out and up
I'm out and up, out and up, out and up
I'm out and up, I'm out and up once again
I'm out and up, out and up, fuck your friends
Countin' up, countin' up, countin' up
And you out of luck, out
Of luck, out of luck, yeah
I'm countin' up, countin' up, countin' up
And you out of luck, out
Of luck, out of luck, yeah

Yeah, I'm out and up
I don't really give a fuck
Used to never play my stuff
Now they all say "what's up?"
Tryin' to take my shinin' but
I ain't really mind it plus
I ain't really worried 'cause I
Am the one grindin', yup
I just graduated, everybody steady hated
Everybody looking jaded
Everybody always fakin' run your mouth now
What the fuck is you sayin'?
You a gangster? How? What the
Fuck is you takin'? OK, there you go again
Talk that shit right behind my back
I just fucked your ho again, believe me
I don't lie 'bout that
You ain't even notice it, walk by, yeah
You still give me daps
I ain't sugarcoating shit
I am just stating all these facts

Out and up, out and up
Out and up, out and up
Shitting on everybody just because
Just because just be, just be, just
Because, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm out and up, out and up, out and up
I'm out and up, out and up, out and up
I'm out and up, I'm out and up once again
I'm out and up, out and up, fuck your friends
Countin' up, countin' up, countin' up
And you out of luck, out
Of luck, out of luck, yeah
I'm countin' up, countin' up, countin' up
And you out of luck, out
Of luck, out of luck, yeah

I'm in the cut, like the wound got infected
Yeah
She wanna fuck, told her two contraceptives
Yeah i'm shitting on 'em
Like I let loose the bowels
Don't be talking like I owe you something
I don't know those vowels
OK, the Maserati got so many horses
You'd think it's a race
My crib got so many stars inside it
You'd think we in space
My bitch is bad, bad like Angelina
You could tell we getting money now
Just check my demeanor
You know I'm rich as fuck
Like my kid play lacrosse
Got that Rick Owens inside my closet
Don't do Lacoste
I'm in a foreign country, foreign bitch
Don't care 'bout the cost
In the kitchen whipping still, yeah
I still got the sauce
My wrist gon' work, my phone gon' jump
My clientele is boomin'
I'm booted up, you got the boot
Y'all ain't ever movin'
So many bitches in my phone
I swear I'm never choosin'
I'm in the winner's circle
And y'all forever losin'

I'm out and up, out and up, out and up
I'm out and up, out and up, out and up
I'm out and up, I'm out and up once again
I'm out and up, out and up, fuck your friends
Countin' up, countin' up, countin' up
And you out of luck, out
Of luck, out of luck, yeah
I'm countin' up, countin' up, countin' up
And you out of luck, out
Of luck, out of luck, yeah