Ass Up Guns Down – Ant Beale

Bro massage that hoe
Massage the shit out of it like
It’s like damn, like you gon’ really have to put in muhfuckin’ work
Slap it and do all that

Yeah, ass up, guns down
Yeah, now I’m ridin’ through my old town with some new paper (Woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, it’s goin’ down, down
Yeah, and the rich just dapped me up (Woah)
Left the last six months, I can say it wasn’t ’round (‘Round)
Yeah, and my life is like a sitcom (Woah, woah, woah)
I used to get picked on, she like all my pics now, uh (Woah, woah)
Wait, don’t give a fuck about your Rollie (Yeah)
You niggas’ unholy, you help me stand out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, ass up, guns down, ass up, guns down
More water, drugs down, more water, drugs down
Ass up, guns down, ass up, guns down
More water, drugs down, more water, drugs down (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ayy, I’ma need hands on your knees (Woah)
How many drugs do you need?
How many pills do you need? (Yeah)
Maybe I’m not in your league (Yeah, ayy)
How many boys do you see?
She swear to God it’s only me
Dick is not free, it’s a fee, woah
Can’t take a L, I’m a G
Woah, yeah
Baby as thick as that Bisquick, yeah
I’m tryna fuck up her lipstick
She down to pop a lil’ Perc (Perc)
I’m down to smoke a lil’ weed (Lil’ weed)
I’m finna tell you a lie (Lie)
Baby you all that I need (God damn)
Where did you get that Gucci? (Woah, Gucci)
I know she was up on the Coogi

Yeah, ass up, guns down (Down)
Yeah, now I’m ridin’ through my old town with some new paper
Yeah, it’s goin’ down (Woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, and the rich just dapped me up
Left the last six months, I can say it wasn’t ’round (Yeah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, and my life is like a sitcom
I used to get picked on, she like all my pics now (Pics now)
Wait, don’t give a fuck about your Rollie (Yeah)
You niggas’ unholy, you help me stand out

Yeah, ass up, guns down, ass up, guns down
More water, drugs down, more water, drugs down
Ass up, guns down, ass up, guns down
More water, drugs down, more water, drugs down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Parallel park, the Wraith limousine, yeah
Parallel spark, the weed, these hoes be fiend, yeah
Parallel course, ’cause I’m a shoppin’ fiend, yeah
Parallel lungs, look like some Oxy Clean
My life a [?]
Two hoes, me in-between
And I’ma get ’em both
That’s my hypothesis
Ayy, I can’t waste another minute on a whack hoe
Parasites, all the time I spent, can’t get it back though

Yeah, ass up, guns down
Yeah, now I’m ridin’ through my old town with some new paper
Yeah, it’s goin’ down
Yeah, and the rich just dapped me up
Left the last six months, I can say it wasn’t ’round
Yeah, and my life is like a sitcom
I used to get picked on, she like all my pics now
Uh, wait, don’t give a fuck about your Rollie (Yeah)
You niggas’ unholy, you help me stand out