Slump6s - Up It lyrics
[Slump6s - Up It lyrics]
Yeah I’m Lil 6 but I’m
Finna make it a hundred
I know that nigga ain’t eat in a minute but
My choppa really gon’ fill up his stomach
My shoota just got a drum and I’m countin’ up
Bands so my nigga we stay with precautions
That nigga just got a rack on his head and he
Hit it so hard that he got a concussion
Don't know karate but my
Choppa really be punchin’
XD-45 finna turn him to nothing
I ain’t the same nigga that I was two years
Ago so my nigga don’t think that I’m bluffin’
We finna, we finna really gon' up it
Six hundred really don't need introduction
You would have thought we owned
The fuckin' crib the
Way me and my niggas walked in that function
This is not a test this
Is your emergency broadcast
System announcing the commencement of
The Annual Purge sanctioned
By the US government weapons of
Class four and lower
Have been authorized for use during the Purge
Fuck a studio i'ma just get on the mic
Find a beat and turn that
Shit up on the headphones
They asking me if I still
Fuck with that ho man
I look at his dumbass and
Told that boy "Hell no"
He talkin' down on me, we
Gon' wet his ass up
Leave his whole body red that
Boy lookin’ like Elmo
They say that I’m wasting my fucking
Potential, I’m just getting started
This only a demo
Big bag on me feelin’ like a weightlift
Your ho on me, Louis V the fragrance
You not silent, really on that snake shit
Look at your diamonds
You be wearing fake shit shout out Carti
But I’ve been ridin’ in that tank
Your producer
This chopper get up on your placement
Nigga wanna be on even though he ain’t
Got your ho on my line
I'm findin' where her face be
Big body juggin’, inside it’s a mac
Yeah, that nigga talk down
We turn into Ricky
I call my choppa an elderly woman
Inside of the clip it’s gon’ hold about fifty
I been on they mind for a minute, he got
Out of line, I'ma hit him with sticks, pixie
I don't got time for the games
If you playin'
My bread, I put him on the screen, disney
Walk in the spot and I’m makin' a bag
I know that nigga soft but
He tough on the app
Blowin’ that check then I’m makin' it back
"I knew that nigga once" then
We knock off his cap
Put him in his car and we make him relax
Countin’ all my bread, I’m countin’ the racks
I been going up man I feel like the goat
Put him in the air and he ain’t comin’ back
Don't know karate but my
Choppa really be punchin’
XD-45 finna turn him to nothing
I ain’t the same nigga that I was two years
Ago so my nigga don’t think that I’m bluffin’
We finna, we finna really gon' up it
Six hundred really don't need introduction
You would have thought we owned
The fuckin' crib the
Way me and my niggas walked in that function
This is not a test this
Is your emergency broadcast
System announcing the commencement of
The Annual Purge sanctioned
By the US government weapons of
Class four and lower
Have been authorized for use during the Purge
Yeah
Finna make it a hundred
I know that nigga ain’t eat in a minute but
My choppa really gon’ fill up his stomach
My shoota just got a drum and I’m countin’ up
Bands so my nigga we stay with precautions
That nigga just got a rack on his head and he
Hit it so hard that he got a concussion
Don't know karate but my
Choppa really be punchin’
XD-45 finna turn him to nothing
I ain’t the same nigga that I was two years
Ago so my nigga don’t think that I’m bluffin’
We finna, we finna really gon' up it
Six hundred really don't need introduction
You would have thought we owned
The fuckin' crib the
Way me and my niggas walked in that function
This is not a test this
Is your emergency broadcast
System announcing the commencement of
The Annual Purge sanctioned
By the US government weapons of
Class four and lower
Have been authorized for use during the Purge
Fuck a studio i'ma just get on the mic
Find a beat and turn that
Shit up on the headphones
They asking me if I still
Fuck with that ho man
I look at his dumbass and
Told that boy "Hell no"
He talkin' down on me, we
Gon' wet his ass up
Leave his whole body red that
Boy lookin’ like Elmo
They say that I’m wasting my fucking
Potential, I’m just getting started
This only a demo
Big bag on me feelin’ like a weightlift
Your ho on me, Louis V the fragrance
You not silent, really on that snake shit
Look at your diamonds
You be wearing fake shit shout out Carti
But I’ve been ridin’ in that tank
Your producer
This chopper get up on your placement
Nigga wanna be on even though he ain’t
Got your ho on my line
I'm findin' where her face be
Big body juggin’, inside it’s a mac
Yeah, that nigga talk down
We turn into Ricky
I call my choppa an elderly woman
Inside of the clip it’s gon’ hold about fifty
I been on they mind for a minute, he got
Out of line, I'ma hit him with sticks, pixie
I don't got time for the games
If you playin'
My bread, I put him on the screen, disney
Walk in the spot and I’m makin' a bag
I know that nigga soft but
He tough on the app
Blowin’ that check then I’m makin' it back
"I knew that nigga once" then
We knock off his cap
Put him in his car and we make him relax
Countin’ all my bread, I’m countin’ the racks
I been going up man I feel like the goat
Put him in the air and he ain’t comin’ back
Don't know karate but my
Choppa really be punchin’
XD-45 finna turn him to nothing
I ain’t the same nigga that I was two years
Ago so my nigga don’t think that I’m bluffin’
We finna, we finna really gon' up it
Six hundred really don't need introduction
You would have thought we owned
The fuckin' crib the
Way me and my niggas walked in that function
This is not a test this
Is your emergency broadcast
System announcing the commencement of
The Annual Purge sanctioned
By the US government weapons of
Class four and lower
Have been authorized for use during the Purge
Yeah