Letra de Upfye
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't grab me or you fucked, dummy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't grab me or you fucked, dummy
12 behind me, I wanna zig-zag
Bust a right, I got these folks on my ass
My pockets fight, they battling, who got more cash?
Seen the nigga wag, he biting my swag
Need another nigga to tell you what to do
Hide my face from these fuck-shit with these blues
Bitch bet not set us up, she the swoop
My lil' patna having luck, he get loot
Truck run outta gas, give this bitch some juice
'Fore I get a Gucci purse and some shoes
All I eat is racks, I'm allergic to food
Mid in the ZaZa packs, serving the old dude
That wasn't no drip, you thought that shit was drip?
F' Up the hunnid round, you know I'm bussin'
I hurry up and jump out, my patna be rushing
We got the pack in the backseat, somebody musty
You bet not tax, we ain't bringing more money
I ain't even tap the break, got the bitch runnin'
You can tell that he was scared to risk it
Everyday we tryna finish this mission
Old head lecture, I'on come round
On the floor [?] bring my gun down
Hood hot like 1, no 7.9
I got a 40, gotta upgrade the 4-5
I ain't got no change, spend a whole hunnid
Skimp him out his drugs, I be cold-blooded
Toe stuck, me and my patna bump poles
Dirty 50 round, that bitch in my clothes
Send a drop to the bando, come get ya' pole
2 different burners, got 2 different phones
I'on take pictures, rap niggas clones
Nigga reaching for my pendant, send his ass home
Arab in my store be putting that shit on
Smoke too much dope, I think my liver done broke
Nigga think he hard, he got took down by my folk
Before you reach for my necklace, do coke
Change my style, I turn white like Lil' Boat
Hit ya' bitch from the bite, hit high notes
Mercedes Benz driver, she gon' go
Lil' brother locked, pop shit for lil' bro
Get ranned over, you a possum in the road
5 in the morning we knocking at yo' door
I'm a real stummy, I got on biker clothes
Chop yo' hand off, the fuck you pointing for
Try to snake me out, I stand in the backdoor wit' fye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bust a right, I got these folks on my ass
My pockets fight, they battling, who got more cash?
Seen the nigga wag, he biting my swag
Need another nigga to tell you what to do
Hide my face from these fuck-shit with these blues
Bitch bet not set us up, she the swoop
My lil' patna having luck, he get loot
Truck run outta gas, give this bitch some juice
'Fore I get a Gucci purse and some shoes
All I eat is racks, I'm allergic to food
Mid in the ZaZa packs, serving the old dude
That wasn't no drip, you thought that shit was drip?
F' Up the hunnid round, you know I'm bussin'
I hurry up and jump out, my patna be rushing
We got the pack in the backseat, somebody musty
You bet not tax, we ain't bringing more money
I ain't even tap the break, got the bitch runnin'
You can tell that he was scared to risk it
Everyday we tryna finish this mission
Old head lecture, I'on come round
On the floor [?] bring my gun down
Hood hot like 1, no 7.9
I got a 40, gotta upgrade the 4-5
I ain't got no change, spend a whole hunnid
Skimp him out his drugs, I be cold-blooded
Toe stuck, me and my patna bump poles
Dirty 50 round, that bitch in my clothes
Send a drop to the bando, come get ya' pole
2 different burners, got 2 different phones
I'on take pictures, rap niggas clones
Nigga reaching for my pendant, send his ass home
Arab in my store be putting that shit on
Smoke too much dope, I think my liver done broke
Nigga think he hard, he got took down by my folk
Before you reach for my necklace, do coke
Change my style, I turn white like Lil' Boat
Hit ya' bitch from the bite, hit high notes
Mercedes Benz driver, she gon' go
Lil' brother locked, pop shit for lil' bro
Get ranned over, you a possum in the road
5 in the morning we knocking at yo' door
I'm a real stummy, I got on biker clothes
Chop yo' hand off, the fuck you pointing for
Try to snake me out, I stand in the backdoor wit' fye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
