Pour It Up
"You know I be walking through the mall n shit you know,
All these girls be giving me compliments n shit you know,
Talm bout she like my hair, talm bout I'm cute and shit you know,
N I find that shit cute you know,
But I can't be falling into none of these hoes n
Shit you know, I really care about this dough n shit
45, nigga
Till I modafuckin' die"
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Riding round town with my homies, now
Fucking on these hoes on the low, now
Ion give a fuck if you my bro, now
Imma hit you with the AR Scope, now
Pussy nigga talking out his little mouth
Imma shoot that nigga, n his fuckin' spouse
Heard you like talking, you a little mouse
Now yo ass dying at the meat house
Pour it up!
I need sum lean
Ridin' round town, off a fuckin' bean
I just wanna get rich, with my fuckin' team
If he talking all dat smack, hit em with da beam
Left his ass slumped, like he off the lean
Shit got crazy had to intervene
Left they ass spooked like Halloween
I'm allergic to broke niggas, need some histamine
If you down don't switch up ain't no in between
Got a bad bitch straight from the Philippines
I just bought a brand new pinky ring
Bitch you ain't mine, you da fuckin' team's
Got a whole lotta racks in my fuckin' jeans
You want me, then no, why you pulling strings
Stuck n depressed, started poppin' beans
Had to Blow n Get Rich by any means
You a bad lil bitch, let's take some scenes
You a Playgirl with no magazine
Started smokin' weed, at Fifteen
Made myself a Boss, at Sixteen
Started Trappin' out, at Seventeen
Now I'm getting rich, at Eighteen
Been fuckin' on these hoes since a pre-teen
So ion really give a fuck if you hate me
Damn...
"They be talkin' all dat shit you know, ion really give a fuck
Fuck that hoe nigga, I'll go get another hoe
Nigga I'm rich"
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up damn...
All these girls be giving me compliments n shit you know,
Talm bout she like my hair, talm bout I'm cute and shit you know,
N I find that shit cute you know,
But I can't be falling into none of these hoes n
Shit you know, I really care about this dough n shit
45, nigga
Till I modafuckin' die"
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Riding round town with my homies, now
Fucking on these hoes on the low, now
Ion give a fuck if you my bro, now
Imma hit you with the AR Scope, now
Pussy nigga talking out his little mouth
Imma shoot that nigga, n his fuckin' spouse
Heard you like talking, you a little mouse
Now yo ass dying at the meat house
Pour it up!
I need sum lean
Ridin' round town, off a fuckin' bean
I just wanna get rich, with my fuckin' team
If he talking all dat smack, hit em with da beam
Left his ass slumped, like he off the lean
Shit got crazy had to intervene
Left they ass spooked like Halloween
I'm allergic to broke niggas, need some histamine
If you down don't switch up ain't no in between
Got a bad bitch straight from the Philippines
I just bought a brand new pinky ring
Bitch you ain't mine, you da fuckin' team's
Got a whole lotta racks in my fuckin' jeans
You want me, then no, why you pulling strings
Stuck n depressed, started poppin' beans
Had to Blow n Get Rich by any means
You a bad lil bitch, let's take some scenes
You a Playgirl with no magazine
Started smokin' weed, at Fifteen
Made myself a Boss, at Sixteen
Started Trappin' out, at Seventeen
Now I'm getting rich, at Eighteen
Been fuckin' on these hoes since a pre-teen
So ion really give a fuck if you hate me
Damn...
"They be talkin' all dat shit you know, ion really give a fuck
Fuck that hoe nigga, I'll go get another hoe
Nigga I'm rich"
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up
Pour it up, mix it up, shake it up, throw it up damn...
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Writer(s): Lil Hendrix
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