Power Up

Lyrics

[Intro] Hood Fame, Hood Fame Yayo Skrt Super Saiyan Yayo, no more free Yayo, it costs, bitch Power up [Verse] You niggas is no competition (At all) Also pussy did I mention? I was really in the kitchen Me and four-four really bussin' down midgets Posted on the block, you know that we gotta get it Truckload, that's a lot of chicken Take a pint and we reseal it You get out of line, you gon' feel it End of discussion Ran out of red, I'm sippin' on 'Russin Chopper bang like percussion Pop up on 'em, ain't no touchin', we bussin' That ho you cuffin' on, yeah, she still mine Hit her from the back, let her feel nine I know you heard through the grape vine Had that bitch eat dick for a long time Boy, you so gay So fake and fugazi (You lame) Tried the youngin', must be crazy You callin' my phone, ain't got nothin' to say Pull up on the Eastside, it's a homicide Hundred round drum, everybody die Ayy, you better duck when them bullets fly Caught your homie at the store, he wasn't down to ride Them niggas don't fuck with you Who really grew up with you? Them niggas gon' run when we buck at you Them niggas gon' run when we come for you Pull up to your hood, them niggas don't know you Fake ass pussy, lil' nigga, I'll show you I keep them bands in my pants like it's poker Bands on the table, nigga, no Texas hold 'em Chopper so big when I bust it damn near blew out my shoulder In the trap house beatin' the pack out Crack rock big like a boulder Ballin' hard, Villanova, twenty bricks in the Rover Dunkin' pints in the soda My bitch like Beyoncé so I guess that I'm Hov I'm cuffin' Bentleys and Mazi's All my niggas started catchin' a body My niggas got big like that nigga Yo Gotti That crack in that back, boy, you know that we got it We know that we trappin', you know that we make it happen You know you other niggas really cappin' Get caught with that pack, boy, you know I'm snatchin' These niggas so pussy, I'll really slap 'em Hello Kitty, nigga, know you a coochie Foreign money, got the blueprint from Lucci Powered up on that molly, we bootin' Ready or not here I come like The Fugees [Chorus] Ain't nothin' I do lowkey Hard head gang, young OG Been thuggin' since I stood four feet Dunkin' ninety-three octane gas, OG Ain't nothin' I do lowkey Hard head gang, young OG Been thuggin' since I stood four feet Dunkin' ninety-three octane gas, OG [Outro] Pussy, yeah Hood Fame, Hood Fame, Hood Fame, Hood Fame Gang, Yayo, Go Yayo Free the gang, Hood Fame Rich before twenty-one, bitch Rich before twenty-one, bitch Rich before twenty-one, bitch Free the clique Power up Better come with it, nigga Part two on the motherfuckin' way