Up On Me

Lyrics

[Intro] I hear you lil niggas talking shit yo (these niggas ain't fucking with you Sizzle they really ain't) Y'all niggas hate me and y'all broads wanna fuck me (right I know they do) I do this to offend you niggas (right nigga) Get off my dick (and hold that) [Chorus] Man they ain't got shit up on me Man they ain't got shit up on me Man they ain't got shit up on me Whoever y'all thought was fucking with me ain't got shit up on me Man they ain't got shit up on me Man they ain't got shit up on me Man they ain't got shit up on me Whoever y'all thought was fucking with me ain't got shit up on me [Verse 1] I'm disrespectful I pull up outside of ya house (one) She want my wood like a splinter I'm digging her out You walk in the house like "nigga what's this about?" I'd handle you when I take my cock out ya spouse (yeah) Listen honey I am what the bees are buzzing 'bout I live in the "7 Floors of Hell" that's the haunted house I recruit shooters, I got a dozen scouts It's like I don't want the nine the way I dump it out My watch ain't broke, it just ignores time Times are cold it froze ten minutes before five Fifteen minutes late on fuckin' a cold dime Baby time is money I only got time for blow jobs Yeah, please excuse me like a doctor's note So many diamonds in the chain look like kaleidoscope Man to man they can't fuck with me in or outta my zone Ya girl would let me fuck cause the scent of my cologne New Era fitted's I don't rock snapbacks A great performance is the only thing you clapping at Come out the background, if you the lead singer You thought about getting married I'd chop off ya ring finger My favorite color red, like a fresh bruise Haters need to attend get fresh school Gotta problem ya face'll become a flesh wound Next time they see you, you in a box like fresh shoes You don't run nothing, but ya mouth a lot Kill ya self ya life ain't even worth a ounce of pop I don't think you aware you outta ya conscious Females I get my broad to slap you on conscience Only behind my back in person they don't say shit The gauge'll give you a grave the blade'll give you a face lift These lil niggas hate me cause they ain't shit Rule one don't get rats into some snake shit You think you pimp but buy pussy in real life I'm ill twice I spark at niggas electric eel type It sucks to be you I'd hate what it feel like Saying ya jeans cost at least a G what's the real price (damn) Be smart that cannon thick as a tree bark You sweet tart I'm fucking ya high school sweetheart Bul, you nerds soft as a nerf ball Not to be pussy the only thing I learned from y'all I spray rounds that paralyze from the waist down Boxing you couldn't go twelve minutes of eight rounds The knuckle tussle it'll leave niggas face down Clown I shoot rounds that could knock outer space down You need to do some push-ups with ya bird cage Nigga I gotta swagger that could make this whole earth shake I'd just kill 'em on Texas border They'll think this bul died from drinking the Mexicans water [Chorus] Man they ain't got shit up on me Man they ain't got shit up on me Man they ain't got shit up on me Whoever y'all thought was fucking with me ain't got shit up on me Man they ain't got shit up on me Man they ain't got shit up on me Man they ain't got shit up on me Whoever y'all thought was fucking with me ain't got shit up on me