Lyrics: Getting Up

yahhh its young khalifa mr. look the fuck up all that hahaha feeling real good about life got a drink poured blunt lit lets go excuse me, my jeans levi, my shoes is gucci hoes like who he on the paper chase, dont waste my loose leaf a nigga paying bills, lightin L's on the beach but i still move with the goons on a loose leesh. some call it weird, hoes call it unique swag like i just stepped out a boutique and i spit like i got a mouth full of loose teeth closet full of new sneaks that i probably never wear im in that president suite, bad bitch and if them niggas aint me, average i treat a beat like a canvas bar bras on the song paint it perfect ever run out of weed, i throw a purp fit i keep the army at ease cause yall aint worth it been considered hipster, cause my shirts fit the way your bitch hit my chirp, make a hip hurt young nigga riding that wave, picturing me surfin