UP Lyrics

Yah

Yah

Yah

Yah

Uh

Tell em i'm up

Hey who the fuck that styling bitch tell em it's us

I got my foot on top they neck and I ain't letting it up

I've been stacking up these rackies iv'e been leveling up

I put purple in that suit and I pour purple in my cup

Blat Blat Blat

I send three shot's to his gut

I feel in love with this lil angel but I done turned her to ah slut

Oh my god I swear she nasty oh my god I swear she

I put these Prada's on for better days

This money come in like seven ways

I beat that pussy like heavy weight

I'm sippin tea while I meditate

Gettin money is how I medicate

Man tell me what you did today

Huh did today I might cop ah new benz today

Or the Bentley

Got bitches in ah frenzy

She on the pole she shakin ass she off the henny

I'm in ah srt 6 2 this not no hemi

That lil boy don't know what to do he in my mentions

Beat it up beat it up

This hoe off the molly tryin to feel me up

Fuck the city up fuck the city up

They gone turn me up cuz they see i'm up

Beat it up beat it up

This hoe off the molly tryin to feel me up

Fuck the city up fuck the city up

They gone turn me up cuz they see i'm up

Yah

Yah

Yah

Yah

Uh

Tell em i'm up

Hey who the fuck that styling bitch tell em it's us

I got my foot on top they neck and I ain't letting it up

I've been stacking up these rackies iv'e been leveling up