Up One (Remix)

(الألبوم: Ain't No Goin' Bacc - 2018)

[Yella Beezy:]
I got, big rocks, big chain, big watch
Big beans, big Glocks, big bales, big blocks
All gold Rollie, no tick tock
Fuck your ho, in my flip flops
Kicking this shit, no gym socks
Ask about me nigga, I been hot
It ain't 'bout money? nigga kick rocks
That's all facts, no Xerox
Bust a couple shots, make it clear out
You pussy ass nigga, I don't hear about
I'm up one, up one, up one, up one
I'm up one, up one, I'm up one, I'm up one

I'm up one, don't make me bust one
This big chopper, he'll touch something
Order now nigga, I'ma buck something
Nigga think I ain't shooting, I'll sunk something
Hop out the whip, hoes come running
Man that silly ass bitch, I ain't gon' fuck nothing
Ho stop playing games, come suck something
Hey, bend it over, put it on your butt honey
Hey, watch presidential, get top in a rental
Hopped in a Sprinter, fly individual
Big guap, thick knots, check my credentials
Kick back, keep it player, ride with the nigga
Cup full of mud running up in my liver
Pray to God they don't put me in the hospital
Can't touch me boy, I'm too hot nigga
All these little bitty bitches gon' bop nigga
Had to hide these rocks on my jock nigga
If he playing I'ma shoot him off top nigga
Boy I spent thirty K on my watch nigga
Put dick all in your ho crotch nigga
Popping shit, popping shit, yeah I pop niggas
Got a lick, got a lick, on a house nigga
Hell nah I ain't stunting you stank hoes
Street, yeah RIP Bankroll

I got, big rocks, big chain, big watch
Big beans, big Glocks, big bales, big blocks
All gold Rollie, no tick tock
Fuck your ho in my flip flops
Kicking this shit, no gym socks
Ask about me nigga, I been hot
It ain't 'bout money? nigga kick rocks
That's all facts, no xerox
Bust a couple shots, make it clear out
You pussy ass nigga, I don't hear about
I'm up one, up one, up one, up one
I'm up one, up one, I'm up one, I'm up one

[Lil Baby:]
Never let a bit nigga take my shine
Fuck waiting around nigga, I'ma take mine
I'm up one now but it took a little time
Patek Philippe for my time
Free lil bro, he brought the MAC's out
Standing on stage with my strap out
Everywhere I go I got them racks out
Nigga try to take mine, it's a blackout
I'm getting money for real, I had a mil, before the deal, yeah
I get them pounds every week, I'm never off beat, I stay in the streets, yeah
Niggas be saying they want beef, but soon as we meet, they want to speak, yeah
Count this money 'til I fall off
I'm LeBron the way I ball out
Niggas run and hide when them rods out
Man that shit wasn't sweet, I took the hard route
I'm in Dallas, I got all my chains on
She keep calling my line so I changed phones
Hop out, who you? who you? bruh shoot
Run with the gang, we gon' pull up in groups
Get you knocked down for a new pair of shoes

[Yella Beezy:]
I got, big rocks, big chain, big watch
Big beans, big Glocks, big bales, big blocks
All gold Rollie, no tick tock
Fuck your ho in my flip flops
Kicking this shit, no gym socks
Ask about me nigga, I been hot
It ain't 'bout money? nigga kick rocks
That's all facts, no xerox
Bust a couple shots, make it clear out
You pussy ass nigga, I don't hear about
I'm up one, up one, up one, up one
I'm up one, up one, I'm up one, I'm up one

Pay big bank, take lil bank
She booted on the molly, I'm on a lil drank
Come fly by me, I want a lil face
Think about it, I don't want relations with the lil skank
Not Tay-K but I'm on the race
Big desert eagle, keep it on my waist
Motherfuck a hater, yeah they gonna hate
Fall back lil bitch, nah I don't go on dates
Yeah I stay sipping on the sizzurp
Got a lot of ice like a blizzard
What's cracking nigga? what's the wizzard?
In the trap doing magic like a wizzard
Sip me a four, nigga slizzard
Smart ho giving brain like a nizzard
I ain't getting money, what you say, come again sir?
Sucked off in the loft, getting top's where I been sir
Getting drunk, getting full of this Henn sir
In my pants, yeah I keep about ten sir
I'm a loner, no I don't need friends sir
Got about ten bad bitches in the Benz sir
Don't ask me 'bout that ho house, I ain't went there
Broke, been a long time since I been there
Boy you niggas stressing out, you got thin hair
My son ain't born yet but he got about ten pair Guccis

I got, big rocks, big chain, big watch
Big beans, big Glocks, big bales, big blocks
All gold Rollie, no tick tock
Fuck your ho in my flip flops
Kicking this shit, no gym socks
Ask about me nigga, I been hot
It ain't 'bout money? nigga kick rocks
That's all facts, no xerox
Bust a couple shots, make it clear out
You pussy ass nigga, I don't hear about
I'm up one, up one, up one, up one
I'm up one, up one, I'm up one, I'm up one