Cup Up - Riff Raff, DJ Afterthought, Flatline Nizzy

And I don’t even wanna drink yeah, to tell the truth

But every day they’re leaving bottles in my dressing room

So who am I to tell them no, I guess I’ll turn it up

I pour my liquor, pour my ice and then I stir it up

Uh, yo

I’ma just jump off the coupe

I’ma just ball like Sheryl Swoopes

I’ma just jump off the coupe

I’ma just ball like Sheryl Swoopes

I’ma just jump off the coupe

I’ma just ball like Sheryl Swoopes

I’ma just jump off the coupe

I’ma just, I’ma just-

Diamonds, put that on the top

Me, myself and the white Chris Rock

I’ma just Beverly Hills

I’ma just showcase mega skills

I pop a piff in my Fanta

I froze my heart like Alaskan panther

Me pull a bad from Sweden

Release the chain, got me bobbing and weeping

Trying not to catch a cold

My Range Rover, 24-karat rose gold

Watch when you climb in the interview

I’ll drop an album in Hong Kong

I’ll smoke a blunt in the synagogue

Watch me tip-toe through the pentagon (Damn, real)

And I don’t even wanna drink yeah, to tell the truth

But every day they’re leaving bottles in my dressing room

So who am I to tell them no, I guess I’ll turn it up

I pour my liquor, pour my ice and then I stir it up

I might pull off with your wife

I boss up for the night

Double the cups with the Sprite

I go for rounds like a mic

I hit that bitch from the back

I didn’t even take off the Nikes

She knew that I got a sack

But I ain’t paying the price

I barely drink but I’m rolling up

I’ma let you get drunk, I’ma hold it up

You can’t beef on my block, you ain’t cold enough

Boy how you turning up?

You ain’t told enough

I took a break from the grind

Shorty was sending me signs

She heard I’ve been 'em nice

And I run to feel like it’s

Ooh, I dropped the roof with the piff

She want me, I’m feeling her sis'

So I get the off the riff

Ooh, I call another assist

Ooh, molly water helped me slide in it

with your thighs in it

, might lie in it

Spark a blunt with three 5 in it

Molly water helped me slide in it

with your thighs in it

, might lie in it

Spark a blunt with three 5 in it

And I don’t even wanna drink yeah, to tell the truth

But every day they’re leaving bottles in my dressing room

So who am I to tell them no, I guess I’ll turn it up

I pour my liquor, pour my ice and then I stir it up