Lyrics: Heath Stone/Taijaune Khan/Sharrieff Muhammad/Artist Julius Dubose
Music: Heath Stone/Taijaune Khan/Sharrieff Muhammad/Artist Julius Dubose
****in' up the market
****in' up the market
I'm just ****in' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit yet
I keep ****in' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit
I don't even think that she love me or hate me
I just think she lookin' at my pockets
If I'm broke, she gon' leave me regardless
If I'm up, she gon' stay, that's a promise
I'm tryna keep it honest
I'm really goin' all in
I really took a bitch up out the projects
Tryna see what it's like, it's a project
I might even feel like I love you for now
But later on, I'll know that it was nonsense
And why can't you just see me
For who I really am? The killer of your friend
More times I'm just runnin' up checks
More times I'm justβ
I'm just ****in' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit yet
I think it's kinda toxic
And she keep tryna tell me that I hit her friend
I thought that it was obvious
And lately, I've been poppin' all these Percocets
They tryna tell me, "Stop it"
I'm just ****in' up the market
I'm ****in' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit yet
I think I need to stop it
I'm out of town ****in' up the market
And I know I'm ****in' up your profit
When I see the cops, get nauseous
Everywhere I go, I'm tryna **** up the market
****in' up the market
All these hoes got me heartless
Diamonds shine in the darkness
So damn fly, DTB but you still my type
I got love for you 'cause you still **** with me for me
And I still use my tank top as a holster
Told broski when he shoot, use two hands
Haan! Put a **** face on a carton
Even when I stayed in those apartments
You was by my side like an armpit
Any **** play, they will cop it
I can't say his name, 'cause he kill for a living
It's getting out of pocket
Seventeen hoes in the bisha, we litty
Let's take off like a rocket
My ex can't wait to call me toxic
Hard to find somebody I can talk with
Just me and my dog, like I'm John Wick
Now it's no key, push to start it
X on your head, we could mark it
My ex label me as a narcissist
Stacked up my chips like they Pringles
I came back inside of a big body rocket
Baby, ain't it obvious?
Geekin' off these pills, got me nauseous
Back then I was ****in' up the rap, trap
Nowadays, I'm ****in' up the market
Tryna **** all her friends, to be honest
G34, dunk a **** like Giannis (Grrt)
To be honest
Finna talk my shit, finna pop my shit right now
I'm done bein' modest
I'm just ****in' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit yet
I think it's kinda toxic
And she keep tryna tell me that I hit her friend
I thought that it was obvious
And lately, I've been poppin' all these Percocets
They tryna tell me, "Stop it"
I'm just ****in' up the market
I'm ****in' up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit yet
I think I need to stop it
I'm out of town ****in' up the market
And I know I'm ****in' up your profit
When I see the cops, get nauseous
Everywhere I go, I'm tryna **** up the market