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j.i.d - mounted up lyrics

[intro: dj drama]
fam, take me to where the bars is at
take me to the street where the bars is at
j.i.d, dj drama, let’s get it

[chorus]
ok, i’m mounted up (huh)
high off the ground, watch me count it up
cop me a pound, burn it down with us (uh)
let’s h-t the town, is you down or nah?
look at me now, i done found me some

[verse 1]
treasure inside the trash
sever my hands reaching through the metal and gl-ss
it’s been a blast, feel the magic in the madness
give me your hands
give me p-ssion, anything that could equal some satisfaction
looking for love at the end of this hen bottle
looking for pub’, let me pen your next alb-m
call from above, tell me kid you been allowed to point it to re-emerge
kicking lyrics in the south, no issue
wipe that drizzle off 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 d-ck 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 sh-t, k!ll-or-be-k!lled sh-t
k!ll-or-be real quick, float like b-tterfly
sting like k!ller bee, flow worth kilograms
you n-gg-s k!llin’ me thinkin’ you ill as me
what’s sh-t to an enema, enemy?
anyone, get at me, i’m the epitome

[chorus]
f-ck, hey, i’m mounted up (huh)
high off the ground, watch me count it up (look)
cop me a pound, burn it down with us (uh)
let’s h-t the town, is you down or nah? (yeah)
look at me now i done found me a

[verse 2]
method to all the madness
checkin’ my back, checkin’ my hands
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, k!ll it
metaphysical living, deranged vision
not a typical picture, 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 h-lla reminiscent
‘nother them stupid n-gg-s, what they do to n-gg-s
k!ll 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’ buckle up for the ride?
n-gg-s is f-ckin’ tough till its buckin’ time
bet they motherf-ck, better buckle down
cause i’m coming up n-gg-, h-lla mounted
know my name cross h-lla counties
(hey j.i.d, hey) what’s up shawty?
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 jealous
so him and his fellas come deliver h-lla 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
to the bullsh-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
after me, no before he became
see me boy, see these boys all need cpr
to be remorse
for these meteors, it’s just me recording

[outro: dj drama]
hahaha
dicaprio 2 (gangster gangster)
suckers

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