Lyrics

[Intro] (Wheezy) Wheezy, what the fuck brackin', nigga? I might need Be El Be for this one You dig? Yup [Chorus] Up (Woah), we tore up I'm like, "Baby, don't throw up" If she ever hit the ground, Young Thug not pickin' her up (No way) You can Quicker Picker Up 'Cause I'm a Blood, pass me my bup Tryna come around for help, but you gon' (What?) End up stuck (Ooh) Nothin' but dick like woah (Like woah) Baby girl gon' stay and drop it (Ooh) No steps, but I promise I go up (Up) Girl, what up? I'm like, baby girl, what up? She under me like a rug, can't go up, yep (Ayy) [Verse 1] Plenty bitches pull up on me, tryna get these digits (Skrrt) How the fuck I love when I ain't ever like 'em? Ooh Bitch, I am a genie, I got hoes in Magic City (Magic) Even when it's rented, president tinted (Skrrt, uh) I need an Aaliyah, she gon' rock all on my boat (Yeah) My chain small, but only my weed make me choke Hey, come here, baby girl, I want that amateur throat (Ooh) And when I get through, I pass her to all of my folks (Here, here) Damn, they got my name on the Coke (Damn) Blackjack got me winnin' by the boats (Woo, woo) Shoot dice, nigga, five-deuce, four-trey (Woo) And my weed orange like a fuckin' cantaloupe (Shee, shee) She fuck me, then smile in your face (What?) All she ever say is "Oh, yeah" (Oh, yeah) Ooh, baby girl pull up and give top (Woo, woo, woo, woo) No lotion, she like Olay (Skeet) Hey, I don't like 'em black, no spades, no way (No way) And I only tell her to hurry and wait (Damn) [Chorus] Up (Woah), we tore up I'm like, "Baby, don't throw up" If she ever hit the ground, Young Thug not pickin' her up (No way) You can Quicker Picker Up 'Cause I'm a Blood, pass me my bup Tryna come around for help, but you gon' (What?) End up stuck (Ooh) Nothin' but dick like woah (Like woah) Baby girl gon' stay and drop it (Ooh) No steps, but I promise I go up (Up) Girl, what up? I'm like, baby girl, what up? She under me like a rug, can't go up, yep (Hey) [Verse 2] Bitches comin' 'round the fuckin' gangster, think they stupid (Woo) Pull up in the trenches, smokin' loud like a dually (Skrrt) And I know I am the best, bitch, how you do this? Ooh And I pulled up on your bitch, early truancy, ooh Damn, what the fuck is goin' on? I am gone, so gone I just spent a band on cologne, I am on, so on And my neighbors call my thick missus Texas Roni (Thicky, woah) They was watchin' me back in the days like a Sony, promise I done bought my son a Bentley from his 'port card (Ayy) All my bitches comin' foreign, plus they head on (Ayy) These lil' bitches tryna compete, then they dead wrong (Dead wrong) I'ma act just like I'm sleep, but I'm dead on (Gah) [Chorus] Up (Woah), we tore up I'm like, "Baby, don't throw up" If she ever hit the ground, Young Thug not pickin' her up (No way) You can Quicker Picker Up 'Cause I'm a Blood, pass me my bup Tryna come around for help, but you gon' (What?) End up stuck (Ooh) Nothin' but dick like woah (Like woah) Baby girl gon' stay and drop it (Ooh) No steps, but I promise I go up (Up) Girl, what up? I'm like, baby girl, what up? She under me like a rug, can't go up, yep (Ayy)