Send'em Up
Ayy, bruh, why the fuck this nigga can't miss yo
Shit
Young Q forever will be on, turn me up, R
Ayy, turn me up, put on all that choppa, nigga, come here, turn me up
Bitch, Young Q on top, you can see the way we up, nigga
Ayy, p2e, shi, woah
You see how we live, ayy
You see how we coming, nigga
Know that I be sending it, ayy
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Every time I talk to K, they fuckin' on my bitch, bro
Ayy, why the fuck they talking
Can't they see we up
Pouring up that fanta, got that lean up in my cup
Know a couple girls that's down to ride, I know they tryna fuck
Turned up, how the hell is you a hoe wanting love
Got a Caucasian shawty, try to stay on the phone
But I told her that I can't, she know I can't do no wrong
Got my hittas' in the city, you know I'm the winning token
Why that nigga trippin' bout that bitch, is you a fuckin' ho
I ain't with that fraudulent shit, nigga, we go toe-to-toe
Damn, changing up behind my back, I should've fuckin' known
10s, 20s, 50, 100 niggas, we got hella rounds
Ayy, bitch, I'm really moving like the only child
Where the hoes go
To the city, yeah, I know
She a freak, she try to hide it, caught her dancing on that pole
On that pole, nigga, fuck that
Ayy, ain't no auto-tune, it's up now
Pull up with them hollow tips, it's up
In that chopper, hold a 50 round, I'm tryna send them up
And they said I wasn't with it, bitch, I left it to the bank
I been bossin' up, I'm movin' crazy, the type y'all niggas hate
Who that talkin'? I don't know, but fuck, we sent him to that coffin
Got me fuckin' up my lungs, fuckin' up the way I'm
Damn, fuckin' up the way I'm coughing
Only fuckin' with my niggas, me and you is not rockin
Hear that tik-tok, the way we movin', take off like a rocket
You been fuckin' up this shit too much, like Q just gon' stop it
I can't stop it, I'm on go
Tellin' shawty I been feelin' low
But it's all my fault, did it to myself
I fucked up, I don't even know how to feel, I feel fucked up
Middle fingers up, hands out with that chopper
Damn chopper got him leakin' up, finna send him to the doctor
Know them hoes finna lie, yeah, hoes finna lie
Can't find love, don't know why
Shit
Young Q forever will be on, turn me up, R
Ayy, turn me up, put on all that choppa, nigga, come here, turn me up
Bitch, Young Q on top, you can see the way we up, nigga
Ayy, p2e, shi, woah
You see how we live, ayy
You see how we coming, nigga
Know that I be sending it, ayy
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Every time I talk to K, they fuckin' on my bitch, bro
Ayy, why the fuck they talking
Can't they see we up
Pouring up that fanta, got that lean up in my cup
Know a couple girls that's down to ride, I know they tryna fuck
Turned up, how the hell is you a hoe wanting love
Got a Caucasian shawty, try to stay on the phone
But I told her that I can't, she know I can't do no wrong
Got my hittas' in the city, you know I'm the winning token
Why that nigga trippin' bout that bitch, is you a fuckin' ho
I ain't with that fraudulent shit, nigga, we go toe-to-toe
Damn, changing up behind my back, I should've fuckin' known
10s, 20s, 50, 100 niggas, we got hella rounds
Ayy, bitch, I'm really moving like the only child
Where the hoes go
To the city, yeah, I know
She a freak, she try to hide it, caught her dancing on that pole
On that pole, nigga, fuck that
Ayy, ain't no auto-tune, it's up now
Pull up with them hollow tips, it's up
In that chopper, hold a 50 round, I'm tryna send them up
And they said I wasn't with it, bitch, I left it to the bank
I been bossin' up, I'm movin' crazy, the type y'all niggas hate
Who that talkin'? I don't know, but fuck, we sent him to that coffin
Got me fuckin' up my lungs, fuckin' up the way I'm
Damn, fuckin' up the way I'm coughing
Only fuckin' with my niggas, me and you is not rockin
Hear that tik-tok, the way we movin', take off like a rocket
You been fuckin' up this shit too much, like Q just gon' stop it
I can't stop it, I'm on go
Tellin' shawty I been feelin' low
But it's all my fault, did it to myself
I fucked up, I don't even know how to feel, I feel fucked up
Middle fingers up, hands out with that chopper
Damn chopper got him leakin' up, finna send him to the doctor
Know them hoes finna lie, yeah, hoes finna lie
Can't find love, don't know why
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