Q&A (MAKE IT UP) Video (MV)

Up, up, up
Its up

Its up
Thats what them n****s say, right? its up

Yea bitch, its up
(Where the f*ck is Bennie Beach)

Nowadays, n****s just be makin' shit up
So I ain't write this
I just made this shit up
Said I'll never hear from her again
But she hittin' me again, swear to God they be
Makin' shit up
Calls from her friends, she don't even pick up
Call from her man got her makin' shit up
They ain't see me comin'
Couldn't make this shit up
If I take a loss, I bet I make the shit up

Since a lil pup, always wanted big bucks
Gotta g-body chevy that I need to fix up
I been lookin' at them forgiato 6s
If I cop those, its gon need a lift up
Hit a bitch up just to get a lil f*ck
And a lil suck
Yea, I been broke
Gotta say the shit suck
Not a big guy, lil twenty-six tucked
I call it Usher 'cause it got confessions
And I'll let this bitch burn in
Any direction
If you comin' wrong, then this
Bitch got corrections
Don't do the plexin'
But if you come testin'
This bitch got corrections
I got some answers, if you got some questions
First one say 'which section I'm reppin?'
Thats 4-0-9, Galveston, Texas
Where I got yo gal, she undressed while
She cookin' my breakfast (Woah)

Nowadays, n****s just be makin' shit up
So I ain't write this
I just made this shit up
Say she'll never f*ck with me again
But she hittin' me again, swear to God she be
Makin' shit up
Calls from her friends, she don't even pick up
Call from her man got her makin' shit up
They ain't see me comin'
Couldn't make this shit up
If I take a loss, I bet I make the shit up

N****s think its funny like my name was
Chris Tuck
Bet they won't be laughin'
When I hit they bitch up
Hit her with some dick
That could get rid of hiccups
Now when he be callin'
She don't even pick up
She too busy worrying 'bout
If ima pick up
But I'm outchea busy, tryna get
My chips up
I'm the type to get the check
And lift the clique up
You the type that won't even much
Set yo clique up for success
You the type switch on yo bro
For a bitch with some ass and some breast
We heard yo shit
And was mad unimpressed
If I must critique, that shit was tragic at best
Yo bitch must think that this chevy
A Mardi Gras float, when I pass
She be flashin' her chest
Her question, 'oh you must think you the shit?'
I reply, 'damn baby, how could you guess?' (Yeaa)

Cause nowadays, n****s just be makin' shit up
So I ain't write this
I just made this shit up
Say she'll never f*ck with me again
But she hittin' me again, swear to God she be
Makin' shit up
Calls from her friends, she don't even pick up
Call from her man got her makin' shit up
They ain't see me comin'
Couldn't make this shit up
If I take a loss, I bet I make the shit up