Throw It Up - ANTICULTURE

High

Bet you wear me like a chain

Watch em roll up roll on

By

Bet you got me on ya frame

But I got you on the side

Holy water in my veins

Candy curled up on my eyes

When I flip it’s all the same

Throw it up

Throw it up

Throw it up

High

Bet you wear me like a chain

Watch em roll up roll on

By

Bet you got me on ya frame

But I got you on the side

Holy water in my veins

Candy curled up on my eyes

When I flip it’s all the same

Throw it up

Throw it up

Throw it up

Burning through my nights

I’m a Buddhist emphasizer

Coolest on her thighs

Way I do this take her yes up

Who’s that setting fires

It’s th newest young adviser

Foolest setting highs

I’m the rudest enterpriser

Do this with no issue

Make habituate

Unattracted

To the situate

Make you get your weight

It so happens

I’m official, wait

Ain’t you wish you weighed

On my ashes

But you bitch your way

Ain’t no man there in that denim

Geez

I feel really unimpressed by what’s been popping on the scene

They say «he's the next one up»

I look around like «whatchu mean?»

Y’all do anything for profit

I do anything I please

Next time the you let some through the door

Make sure it’s what you need

Hannibal Lec

Y’all two-faced

Harvey Dent

Y’all screw-faced

Y’all go two ways

Minimum wage start today

But tomorrow start a new frame

New way

I go light it up propane

Burning lithium Kobain

No way I wait

For y’all rappers with no say

Make the music so my listeners stay high

High

Bet you wear me like a chain

Watch em roll up roll on

By

Bet you got me on ya frame

But I got you on the side

Holy water in my veins

Candy curled up on my eyes

When I flip it’s all the same

Throw it up

Throw it up

Throw it up

High

Bet you wear me like a chain

Watch em roll up roll on

By

Bet you got me on ya frame

But I got you on the side

Holy water in my veins

Candy curled up on my eyes

When I flip it’s all the same

Throw it up

Throw it up

Throw it up

Two points like a mid range jumper or a dunk

Two points like a homie on third and a home run

I’m a kid I’m an idiot I’m a spaz I’m a stud

I’m a kid till infinity so I do what I

I could use a lil mama quick

Right when imma dip

Light skin wanna hit

So I boost her on my Peter Pan

Sit tight then

Imma slip right in

Imma get my win

Off to Neverland