letra de up wit me, pt. ii (bonus track) - ybf k sauce
[hook]
drop a birkin on them p-ssy n-ggas, they gon’ have to die
ain’t gon’ never catch me slippin’, all my n-ggas stay wit’ fye
opposition on the net say i’m a b-tch, he still ain’t slide
told that f-ck n-gga get up wit’ me and get up off that live
b-tch get up wit’ me
all my n-ggas slangin’ iron
b-tch get up wit’ me
ridin’ with 30s and 9s
b-tch get up wit’ me
i got money on my mind
b-tch get up wit’ me
if i say it i ain’t lyin’
[verse]
heard that f-ck n-gga want smoke
b-tch i’m ridin’ round wit that k
b-tch i’m ridin’ round wit that mac
turn that f-ck n-gga to a pack
b-tch how the f-ck n-gga say he gang gang
he don’t never be in no trap
n-ggas be thinkin’ h town p-ssy
b-tch, we the same thing as that ‘raq
outside everyday wit’ that strap
tryna knock a opp n-gga off the map
ridin’ wit a big pole, extendo tryna catch sum’
that’s facts
you see my chain sw-ngin’
all the opps so broke they hurtin’ bad
know they block steady painted
told that lil’ b-tch that i’m outside
hoe i’m steady waitin’
nah, we don’t do no favors
ain’t no one on ones, it’s jus guns we don’t do no tapers
nah we don’t no fades
chasin’ that bag, ain’t doin shows, and i’m still gettin paid
tryna cop the yellow gold wit’ the ice on it like lemonade
[hook]
drop a birkin on them p-ssy n-ggas, they gon’ have to die
ain’t gon’ never catch me slippin’, all my n-ggas stay wit’ fye
opposition on the net say i’m a b-tch, he still ain’t slide
told that f-ck n-gga get up wit’ me and get up off that live
b-tch get up wit’ me
all my n-ggas slangin’ iron
b-tch get up wit’ me
ridin’ with 30s and 9s
b-tch get up wit’ me
i got money on my mind
b-tch get up wit’ me
if i say it i ain’t lyin’
[verse: playamadekam]
free my bros from out that cell
b-tch i’m playa made 4l
if i see opp that’s kickin’ back
i’m sendin’ shots, and that’s on sterl
i been thinkin’ hard in them trap spots
can’t shake back, oh well
if i get locked, then i’m gettin’ out
i got bail money for real
f-ckin’ opp, b-tches
b-tch i’m from the south, and we gon’ drop, them snitches
b-tch don’t run yo’ mouth, ’cause you can die, from snitchin’
exotic tray in my lungs
no i don’t got, no feelings
smoking high, percentage, ah
[hook]
drop a birkin on them p-ssy n-ggas, they gon’ have to die
ain’t gon’ never catch me slippin’, all my n-ggas stay wit’ fye
opposition on the net say i’m a b-tch, he still ain’t slide
told that f-ck n-gga get up wit’ me and get up off that live
b-tch get up wit’ me
all my n-ggas slangin’ iron
b-tch get up wit’ me
ridin’ with 30s and 9s
b-tch get up wit’ me
i got money on my mind
b-tch get up wit’ me
if i say it i ain’t lyin’
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