Il testo della 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