Up It Lyrics

Every song got the same old plot

How many thots

How many opps got popped

They don't care til the block get hot

I don't care about shit but

How many quaps got copped

I just wanna take trips

With chicks in drip

Smoke Za

And then feed this dick

To a fat ass

Bad ass bitch

Who wanna get lit then let me hit

(Heh heh)

That too much to ask for

(Heh)

Matter fact

Fuck that

I don't ask for shit

I just hop out the Benz

With my swag on

I don't wear shit with the tags on

But its still shit I spent a bag on

Got in my prime

And I still ain't transform

Like niggas who switch on they mans

Then bitch on the gram

Cuz they insecure

Told you how to get rich from poor

Got one source of income

Go out and get some more

Reinvest that and reap rewards

Don't worry bout someone else

Nigga worry bout yours

I'm who they wanna be like

I went to ya hood and nobody knew you

Nigga im the real big Eastside

In any hood I'll be fine

(Gang gang)

Where I'm from?

Get money stay fly

Harlem

Where streets took lives

The beef dont die

So it's free my guys

Shit wack but it built my pride

No i don't fake nothin

Old heads had Ms

Now they work construction

Got me like why?

Cuz When big hooch down

He up it up it

Who you

You boys ain't lit

Get ya own style homie

Don't jack this drip

Go hard for the things you get

Dont stare

When you really can't fit these kicks

32 in the whip this trip

When I touch down

Flip it like Simpson did

They be all talk

They ain't on missions kid

I just hope I don't miss this liq

If so

Then it's back to the strip

With quickness

No breaks

Gotta handle my business

Hoes on me

But I'm keeping my distance

Never made bread

Keeping up with bitches

I hate saying bitches

But the bitches

Fuck with me and insist it

Love when they think I'm tricking

Soon as she let me hit

I'm missing

(Hooty hoooo)

You know what we came here to do

Got hoes

Got money and clothes

You can still get

(Boom boom boom)

These boys can't walk in my shoes

These niggas can't run in my socks

I'm flying the crops

I don't get fly for the block

Got low, came back

And they still ain't making a lot

Got smoke

And still ain't flipping the pot

Get some pounds off

And make some guap

Hit the re-up

Cuz shit don't stop

Kick ya feet up enjoy ya spot

Then you clean up

Invest in stocks, blocks

Whatever you think gon pop

But me watching all this drop?

I cannot

Where I'm from?

Get money stay fly

Harlem

Where streets took lives

The beef dont die

So it's free my guys

Shit wack but it built my pride

No i don't fake nothin

Old heads had Ms

Now they work construction

Got me like why?

Cuz When big hooch down

He up it up it