Up

(album: Slime Season 2 - 2015)

Wheezy what the fuck bracking, nigga?
I might need to be on beat for this one
You dig?!

Whoa, we tore up
I'm like baby don't throw up, if she ever hit the ground
Young Thug not picking her up, 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 sucking, nothing but dick like whoa
Baby girl gon' stay and drop it, no steps but I promise I go up
Girl what up? I'm like baby this what's up
She under me like a rug, can't go up, yep

Trick bitch pull up on me, tryna get these digits
How the fuck I love when I never like 'em, ooh
Bitch I am a genie, I got hoes in Magic City
Even when it's rented, president tinted
I need an Aaliyah she gon' rock all on my boat
My chain small but only my weed make me choke
Hey come here baby girl I want that amateur throat
And when I get through I pass it to all of my folks
Damn they got my name on the Coke
Blackjack got me winning by the boats
Shoot dice nigga five deuce four tre
And my weed orange like a fucking cantaloupe
She fuck me then smile in your face, all she ever say is "Oh yeah"
Ooh baby girl, pull up and give top, no lotion, she like Olay
Hey I don't like 'em black, no spades, no way
And I only tell her to hurry and wait

Whoa, we tore up
I'm like baby don't throw up, if she ever hit the ground
Young Thug not picking her up, 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 sucking, nothing but dick like whoa
Baby girl gon' stay and drop it, no steps but I promise I go up
Girl what up? I'm like baby this what's up
She under me like a rug, can't go up, yep

Bitches coming 'round the fucking gangster, think they're stupid
Pull up in the trenches, smoking loud like a Dually
And I know I am the best, bitch, how you do this?
And I pulled up on your bitch early truancy
Damn what the fuck is going on, I am gone, so gone
I just spent a band on cologne, I am on, so on
And my neighbors call my thick misses Texas Roni
They was watching me back in the days like a Sony, promise
I just bought my son a Bentley for his 'port card
All my bitches coming foreign plus they head on
These lil' bitches tryna compete then they're dead wrong
I'ma act just like I'm sleep but I'm dead on

Whoa, we tore up
I'm like baby don't throw up, if she ever hit the ground
Young Thug not picking her up, 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 sucking, nothing but dick like whoa
Baby girl gon' stay and drop it, no steps but I promise I go up
Girl what up? I'm like baby this what's up
She under me like a rug, can't go up, yep