Yeat - Get Up lyrics

I'm rocking Number
(N) ine jeans and they boot cuts
Chop off the head off the coupe
Got a bowl cut (Woo, woo)
You not really havin’ no money
These geeks got me sick like a bowl of soup
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Painting her face while I'm rocking Margiela
(yeah)
Bitch bout to pull up and give me that woo
I'm in NY, but I’m going back to LA
(yeah, yeah)
Twizz turn that boy into noodle soup (yeah)
I want all blue faces, that's my basis
I'm impatient (yeah)
Yeah, this bitch head so good
She made that shit her occupation
(Woo, yeah)
You a lil' pussy, who you tryna be, yeah
You see this drip on my
Body, the Alex McQueen, yeah
If this bitch the queen of the X
Then I'm the king
Lying bitch, fuck a crying bitch
Yeah, I wine and dine a bitch
(yeah, yeah) and then she ate my kids (yeah
Yeah) i don't have time for shit
(yeah, yeah) I'm all about my biz (Woo, woo)

Yeah, sometimes on the X, nah
I can't get it up (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I poured a six of this motherfucking wocky
(I poured a four and)
I couldn’t get up (yeah, yeah, woo)
I’m on the X, bitch, I live on it, I'm on the
(yeah, yeah)
He on the X, got a cliff on it (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I tune this out with a big body
(yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’ma live by the shit that I
Say and then die bout it
(Really, yeah, yeah)
On my body the chain is too heavy
I'm late to the party
Had to be shipping this gas
Outta state and the zaza
Somebody said that it farted (yeah, yeah)
My bitch told me I geek up way too much
Say that I got retarded (Uh, uh, whoa)
I'm on the Tesla, bitch, like I'm Elon Musk
Hit every time and no target
Feel like I live on Mars (yeah, yeah)
Flawless baguettes on my wrist
Call up Elliante, told ’em I need it twice
(brrr) doubled and double back, I need the
(yeah) Cuban link, I need the big piece
I need the baguettes on watch
And the big beast (Big, ay, uh)
Go retarded, I was starving
Came out the belly, i came out the big beast
(Came out the)

I'm rocking Number
(N) ine jeans and they boot cuts
Chop off the head off the coupe
Got a bowl cut (Woo, woo)
You not really havin' no money
These geeks got me sick like a bowl of soup
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Painting her face while I'm rocking Margiela
(yeah)
Bitch bout to pull up and give me that woo
I'm in NY, but I'm going back to LA
(yeah, yeah)
Twizz turn that boy into noodle soup (yeah)
I want all blue faces, that's my basis
I'm impatient (yeah)
Yeah, this bitch head so good
She made that shit her occupation
(Woo, yeah)
You a lil' pussy, who you tryna be, yeah
You see this drip on my
Body, the Alex McQueen, yeah
If this bitch the queen of the X
Then I'm the king
Lying bitch, fuck a crying bitch
Yeah, I wine and dine a bitch
(yeah, yeah) and then she ate my kids (yeah
Yeah) i don't have time for shit
(yeah, yeah) I'm all about my biz (Woo, woo)