Mounted Up Lyrics – J.I.D
Singer: J.I.D
Title: Mounted Up
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Ok, I’m mounted up
High off the ground, watch me count it up
Cop me a pound, burn it down with us
Let’s hit the town, is you down or nah?
Look at me now, I done found me some
Treasure inside the trash
Sever my hands reaching through the metal and glass
It’s been a blast, feel the magic in the madness
Give me your hands
Give me passion, anything that could equal some satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of this Hen bottle
Looking for pub’, let me pen your next album
Remerged, kicking lyrics in the South, no issue
Wipe that drizzle of your mouth, it’s time to wake up the house
Y’all n#gg#s been playing Skins vs. Blouses
I’mma keep my shirt on until some hoes come out
Always keep your word, homie, I don’t know nothing else
I’m your father, go get a switch or a belt
Interrupting my method, in here making this velvet
Grab my dick and do a thrust with my pelvis
My shoes suede, but don’t f#ck with no Elvis
I’m from the era of real shit; kill-or-be-killed sh#t
Kill-or-be real quick, float like butterfly
Sting like killer bee, flow worth kilograms
You n#gg#s killin’ me thinkin’ you ill as me
What’s sh#t to an enema, enemy?
Anyone, get at me, I’m the epitome
I’m mounted up
High off the ground, watch me count it up
Cop me a pound, burn it down with us
Let’s hit the town, is you down or nah?
Look at me now I done found me a
Method to all the madness
Checkin’ my hands, checkin’ my back
Checkin’ the cash, and checkin’ and balancin’
Hard work, callouses
Gripping the challenge by the cabbage
And I’m blackin’ ’till it’s no longer a factor
Murder the-murder the game, kill it
Metaphysical living, deranged vision
Not a typical n#gg#, the same limit
But I’m limited edition, I change prisms
Am I trippin’, a n#gg# be trippin’
I’m feelin’ like most of you n#gg#s be slippin’
Giving you tips and a n#gg# just went with it flippant
Not sayin’ you stupid, but hella reminiscent
Oh them stupid n#gg#s, what they do to n#gg#s
Kill or shoot a n#gg# (die!)
Then recruit a n#gg#, boot or suit a n#gg#
Send em to the other side
Is you gon’ knuckle up for the ride?
n#gg#s is f#ckin’ tough till its f#ckin’ time
Bet they motherf#ck, better buckle down
Cause I’m coming up n#gg#, hella mounted
Know my name cross hella counties
Been around the world, ooh yeah
Let me tell you ’bout it
Keep your sh#t cool, melancholy
Keep your tool, sh#t, met a baller
Get some money, n#gg#s be jealous
So him and his fellas come deliver hella bodies
Post robberies, another dead n#gg# no problem
You happy ’cause we doin’ your job
I’m pulling everybody’s hole card
I never play with le boy toys
I was busy inside of laboratories
Lookin’ out the window like a Labrador
And to the b#llsh#t I’m a matador
In the pulpit like God’s son, not a daddy’s boy
Cornered boar, carnivore, ready for any war
Send em forward, fifty more, plenty more
Gimme more, see me lord
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