[Lyrics]

What’s good?
What’s up?
What’s good?
What’s up?
What’s good?
What’s up?

Mr. SitUpOnYoAss
Meet Mr. RunItUp
Every bitch around me natural
Hella ass, no tummy tuck
Gave that bitch a plate of dick
And she ain’t leaving til she done
They say “Where you got it from?”
I pointed down and said “The Mud”
(Said “The Mud”)
Locked inside the stu
I’ll be here when the sun come up (Hey)
They say “ whatcha sippin’ “ ?
You should know, it’s a double cup
Bitch I’m such a blessing
You can’t even thank God enough
All them days without a lunch
Came sandwich time, got breaded up
(Nigga huh?)
Yeah, nigga what?
That’s yo problem you playing too much
If you ask me you said too much
I don’t even know who the fuck yo allegiance with
Lil’ boy you pledge too much
Benny Frank, Andrew Jack
Is my wallet dead or what?
(What’s good?)
(What’s up?)
(Hey)

Scratching bitches off my bucket list
If I ever hit your girl, she was on my fuck it list
If I ever hit yo girl, I was either drunk or lit
I might get a hunnid bands 
And go drop it on a whip
Melted candy on the seats 
And even chocolate on the wheel
(Whatchu doing?)
I’m bag pursing 
New day with some new risk
Went and bought a watch all gold
Hot as new piss
I got bitches cutting niggas off
Had nun’ to do with it
I know bitches that I cut off 
Still gon say they cool with me 
(Huh?)
What you lying for?
(Huh?)
Ain’t even a side hoe
I was talking to this freak
She like it blindfolded
Pop out with a stick and shades
I’m who put the blind on
Whatchu see is Cartier 
Behind them hoes my eyes low
Playa’ til’ I hit the grave
Resting w a dime on me
She shake it on me nigga
Shake it on me nigga

Mr. SitUpOnYoAss
Meet Mr. RunItUp
Every bitch around me natural
Hella ass, no tummy tuck
Gave that bitch a plate of dick
And she ain’t leaving til she done
They say “Where you got it from?”
I pointed down and said “The Mud”
(Said “The Mud”)
Locked inside the stu
I’ll be here when the sun come up (Hey)
They say “ whatcha sippin’ “ ?
You should know, it’s a double cup
Bitch I’m such a blessing
You can’t even thank God enough
All them days without a lunch
Came sandwich time, got breaded up
(Nigga huh?)
Yeah, nigga what?
That’s yo problem you playing too much
If you ask me you said too much
I don’t even know who the fuck yo allegiance with
Lil’ boy you pledge too much
Benny Frank, Andrew Jack
Is my wallet dead or what?
(What’s good?)
(What’s up?)
(Hey)

Higher

*Reeve