Up
Uhhhh...
You know, let's go, for show
Hey (Young Tip)
What's up with the game (huh)
9 times out of 10 these niggas be cap and they acting
Bet they gone know the name (Tip)
Man Young Tip off the hinges don't play cause the gang keep a ratchet (Gang)
Constantly stacking and stacking we ship it and pack it
Me and my bitch in the town on a vaca relaxing
On a level you niggas can't reach or surpass it (Nah)
V12 you know it's the fastest
Burn the block and we burning these ashes
Put these racks up for sure and then bag it (Racks)
I been patient I knew it would happen (Yep)
Clear bifocals I see through these glasses (Clear)
Take his life cause he know that we packing (Bow, bow)
CEO handle business Tip rapping (Gang, gang)
In the city you know it get tragic (Jacktown)
No it ain't March but it's madness
She wake up eat the dick just for brunch
Fuck the judge man I'm going on a run (Yea)
Take the top back and let's see the sun (Shine)
Get these M's and go shop in Milan (M)
Man no kizzy Young Tip one of one (No cap)
And GetDough he gone get that shit done (Yep)
Finger fucking her mind make her cum (Smash)
Lift her skirt and then feel on her cunt (Ughhh)
And I'm dressed in all black like a nun (Nun)
Peel his cap push his shit to the front (Bow)
Honey backwood I stuff it with runtz (Gas)
Man that cap that you talking ain't nun (Cap)
Got her leaking she wet like a pond (Drip)
I told em' to spin it they spun (Spun)
Taking shots off her body with rum (Ok)
Whatever you did I done (I did)
Pull up fresh I hop out and stunt (Come on)
We can't kick it this shit ain't no punt (Come on)
I'm in first and you runner up, burner up, shit on my wrist call it Trump (Woo)
Pockets on Klump and my gators got mumps
Ain't no tint on the window so bitch I can't hide
Told her to get in, shawty let's ride
Don't look so surprised we going up high
We up (We up)
We up (We up)
We up (We up)
We up (Yep)
Up up (Up, up)
Up up (Up, up)
We up (We up)
We up (We up)
Stuck (Where)
Ran out of time fuck (Fuck)
You crossing that line I'm serious (Yeah)
Blue tips in the clip and they pierce
I'm switching these gears, I got on Amiris, I hop on a leer got water like Sully (Let's go)
Got your bitch choosing she fuck on my buddies
Got bullets for bullies and money for bummies (Yeah)
In the Ville and we trap out of 215
How you real and you standing fake in my eyes (How)
Man we equal you know you can't pick a side
Put a tag on his toe it's a homicide
Man I'm sick and I'm tired of seeing mama cry
Put the wings on a coupe like a butterfly (Woo)
Run it up man we came back from harder times
Now I'm thanking her mama her daughter fine
And I just left the town with them sticks (Yep)
We some members we trap out a rental
And I got this lit bitch on my dick (Bitch)
Free Big Gucci yeah straight out the kennel (Gucci)
Cock the glock and I aim at you temple (Bow)
BodyBaGG to the morgue in a zipper (BodyBaGG)
We some giants you niggas too little (Yep)
Pull her hair smack her ass when I hit her (Smash, smash)
On her face is my babies she sit em' (Ughhh)
Call em' Charmin you know I can't feel em' (Soft)
Put yo fist in the air you a nigga with power these niggas some cowards
Stack it up stack it up taller than towers
This money gone rain come get you a shower
I called the plug and he told me pull up in a hour (Brdddd)
Exotic the flower no powder
I cop a new toy she say that I'm childish
Fuck on her once then I tell her to leave
Dick in her mouth she can't breath, she all on her knees
I'm up now lil bitch can't you see
Hand on the fully you know he gone pull it
One thing bout Young Tip I can't never go out like a hoe
And pretty young women they like how i flow (You know)
(Hey)
We up (We up)
We up (We up)
We up (We up)
We up (Yep)
Up up (Up, up)
Up up (Up, up)
We up (We up)
We up (We up)
You know, let's go, for show
Hey (Young Tip)
What's up with the game (huh)
9 times out of 10 these niggas be cap and they acting
Bet they gone know the name (Tip)
Man Young Tip off the hinges don't play cause the gang keep a ratchet (Gang)
Constantly stacking and stacking we ship it and pack it
Me and my bitch in the town on a vaca relaxing
On a level you niggas can't reach or surpass it (Nah)
V12 you know it's the fastest
Burn the block and we burning these ashes
Put these racks up for sure and then bag it (Racks)
I been patient I knew it would happen (Yep)
Clear bifocals I see through these glasses (Clear)
Take his life cause he know that we packing (Bow, bow)
CEO handle business Tip rapping (Gang, gang)
In the city you know it get tragic (Jacktown)
No it ain't March but it's madness
She wake up eat the dick just for brunch
Fuck the judge man I'm going on a run (Yea)
Take the top back and let's see the sun (Shine)
Get these M's and go shop in Milan (M)
Man no kizzy Young Tip one of one (No cap)
And GetDough he gone get that shit done (Yep)
Finger fucking her mind make her cum (Smash)
Lift her skirt and then feel on her cunt (Ughhh)
And I'm dressed in all black like a nun (Nun)
Peel his cap push his shit to the front (Bow)
Honey backwood I stuff it with runtz (Gas)
Man that cap that you talking ain't nun (Cap)
Got her leaking she wet like a pond (Drip)
I told em' to spin it they spun (Spun)
Taking shots off her body with rum (Ok)
Whatever you did I done (I did)
Pull up fresh I hop out and stunt (Come on)
We can't kick it this shit ain't no punt (Come on)
I'm in first and you runner up, burner up, shit on my wrist call it Trump (Woo)
Pockets on Klump and my gators got mumps
Ain't no tint on the window so bitch I can't hide
Told her to get in, shawty let's ride
Don't look so surprised we going up high
We up (We up)
We up (We up)
We up (We up)
We up (Yep)
Up up (Up, up)
Up up (Up, up)
We up (We up)
We up (We up)
Stuck (Where)
Ran out of time fuck (Fuck)
You crossing that line I'm serious (Yeah)
Blue tips in the clip and they pierce
I'm switching these gears, I got on Amiris, I hop on a leer got water like Sully (Let's go)
Got your bitch choosing she fuck on my buddies
Got bullets for bullies and money for bummies (Yeah)
In the Ville and we trap out of 215
How you real and you standing fake in my eyes (How)
Man we equal you know you can't pick a side
Put a tag on his toe it's a homicide
Man I'm sick and I'm tired of seeing mama cry
Put the wings on a coupe like a butterfly (Woo)
Run it up man we came back from harder times
Now I'm thanking her mama her daughter fine
And I just left the town with them sticks (Yep)
We some members we trap out a rental
And I got this lit bitch on my dick (Bitch)
Free Big Gucci yeah straight out the kennel (Gucci)
Cock the glock and I aim at you temple (Bow)
BodyBaGG to the morgue in a zipper (BodyBaGG)
We some giants you niggas too little (Yep)
Pull her hair smack her ass when I hit her (Smash, smash)
On her face is my babies she sit em' (Ughhh)
Call em' Charmin you know I can't feel em' (Soft)
Put yo fist in the air you a nigga with power these niggas some cowards
Stack it up stack it up taller than towers
This money gone rain come get you a shower
I called the plug and he told me pull up in a hour (Brdddd)
Exotic the flower no powder
I cop a new toy she say that I'm childish
Fuck on her once then I tell her to leave
Dick in her mouth she can't breath, she all on her knees
I'm up now lil bitch can't you see
Hand on the fully you know he gone pull it
One thing bout Young Tip I can't never go out like a hoe
And pretty young women they like how i flow (You know)
(Hey)
We up (We up)
We up (We up)
We up (We up)
We up (Yep)
Up up (Up, up)
Up up (Up, up)
We up (We up)
We up (We up)
Credits
Writer(s): Kejuan Smith
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