We Up In Here ft. Sir Bb Lyrics

Yeah, it's Skylock

What up, dudes

I see y'all niggas, man

Sir B.B. in the building

Just cruisin' through this city

Keep a bad bitch with me

Hair did, nails done

Can't trust a nigga for the fair one

Strange how everybody a friend

Once they see that bread come

I get dough like Panera

Got more customers then Starbucks

Plus i stay fresher than a car wash

Choppers make a whole block hopscotch

Tired of the broke claiming that they got money

Every time I see a nigga, you got tater tot money

Bitch, I'm eatin' good, eatin' steak fries over here

Longhorn steakhouse good over here

D.N.T. trappin', all night taxin', swervin' through traffic

Smoke that loud package, late night creepin

Catch you sleepin', attack's be massive

Catch me cheefin', smokin' on the highest shit

Always wearin' the flyest shit

You can call me your highness

Supply that heat for the streets

Now all I be wearin' is diamonds

Bitch, it's a fact, I be everywhere you not

Smoke a blue dream mixed with train wreck

Play games with my money, leave you outside

Tied up stranded on the train tracks

We up in here

Fuck you mean

We up in here

Yeah, fuck you mean

We up in here

Yeah, fuck you mean

We up in here

Yeah, fuck you mean

We up in here

Yeah, fuck you mean

Fuck you mean

We up in here

Yeah, fuck you mean

We up in here

Yeah, fuck you mean

I'm on my game like EA

They already know how we play

You on the bench like all the way

And I'm dunkin' on them like We OK

Four quarter, I'm goin' hard

Truck through it with no guard

Your lil' bitch in the big pond

I'm a great shark, you don't need a rod

Young nigga with a old heart

Bad nigga good from the start

Real nigga can't tell the us apart

Pushin' my team with no kart

Always rockin' up Air Jordans

Probably catch me at the airport

Either gettin' left or I'm takin' off

She be wantin' that long talk

But a real nigga gon' keep it short

Ball so hard, just keep the court

Gang so good, they don't need a tort

Since a young nigga been up off the porch

Playin' shade, I spit the torch

Blame the way I run this shit

Young done with this, I done with this

Tell a nigga I'll go and get it done with this

Young nigga up on game time

Young nigga your game over

O-T for them young niggas

DNT, that be me

That be me

We up in here

The fuck you mean

We up in here

The fuck you mean

We up in here

The fuck you mean

We up in here

The fuck you mean

The fuck you mean

That shit is a broken wing

I got a dream, bitch

Just like Dr. King

This shit is real

Ain't somethin' you can dream

I'm in this bitch

I get my cream, spread it with my team

So what the fuck you mean

What the fuck you mean

Step to me

They ain't checkin' me

They ain't talkin' bout me

Cause I do this, and I'm with this

And I shine hard

Nigga gon' make me grind, boy

Woo

Young Skylark

Sir B.B. Been bout, this bread, boy

I'm steady goin' in

Born to win

Its grind mode

I'm a beast, nigga

And I'm about to take your time over

Sir B.B

Yeah, he the real thing

Let him let it bang

Take them thangs down

Shoot a nigga

Straight through a nigga

If I'm lookin' at you, probably wouldn't do it

He wouldn't do it, nigga

So don't talk that, you ain't walk that

I'm out

B.B

Nigga

We up in here

Fuck you mean

We up in here

Yeah, fuck you mean

We up in here

Yeah, fuck you mean

We up in here

Fuck you mean

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