Yung Dred, Hotboii - Everything’s Up lyrics

Hotboii [Javarri Latre Walker] Orlando, Florida. U.S.

[Yung Dred, Hotboii - Everything’s Up lyrics]

Everything's up, yeah, it stuck
I done upgraded, pourin' up the drank
I can't sleep, I've been up lately
I'm smoking on that gas
You know my weed too loud (Weed too loud)
I be road runnin' like I did a hundred miles
(A hundred miles)
I keep the tap, boy, ooh, don't test me (Nah)
Ain't no game, boy
(Grrah) , ain't no playin' me (O oh)
Really sold them grams, I'm in the streets
I need a Grammy
I turned my trap money to the rap money
We expanded

That's at least a million cash
When the gang come together
I can't tell no lie, this gang forever
YTC up in my chain
That's the same three letters
Usеd to pull up in the Chevy
Now the forеign upgraded
Every time we drop, we goin' up
You know we goin' crazy
Ah, independent now, the streets paid me
(Ha, ha, ha)
Real-real trap shit, the streets raised me
Balenciaga, Prada, all the drip updated
So I'm steppin' on these nigga neck
RIP knoll Boulevard, we love the Jets
I ain't playin' like I'm cheese
I'm throwin' threes
Opp pack smokin' good, bitch, I'm on the moon
Drop-top in the 'Vette, bitch, I'm floorin'
I whip it like it's stole
I was down bad, now my pockets on swole
I dreamed about this life when I
Was sleepin' on the floor
'Cause ever since a jit
You know I always wanted more

Everything's up, yeah, it stuck
I done upgraded, pourin' up the drank
I can't sleep, I've been up lately
I'm smoking on that gas
You know my weed too loud (Weed too loud)
I be road runnin' like I did a hundred miles
(A hundred miles)
I keep the tap, boy, ooh, don't test me (Nah)
Ain't no game, boy
(Grrah) , ain't no playin' me (O oh)
Really sold them grams, I'm in the streets
I need a Grammy
I turned my trap money to the rap money
We expanded

Trap money into rap money no, fuck it
I turned rap money into trap
Money in a jail cell
Ain't get nothin' from them, they act funny
Understand everybody ain't for you
At that moment (Understand)
They know we gettin' money and
Be steppin' on everybody
Came 40 cal, got guns in, you try it
We gon' run it
Don't regret nothin', if it went like that
That's what it gon' be
I remember summer storms, life
How it got sunny (Sunny)
These niggas ain't hurtin', no, these
Bitches ain't earned us, no
My wrist is flooded
You know I leave a puddle if I want (Oh)
Why niggas be rappin' 'bout shit that
They do not be on? (Oh)
Talkin' to foes, do not condone, say adiós
It's time to go it's time to roll
I done packed up all my bags, I'm gone
I'm runnin' with the ball, no flags
Don't hold
Took a long way to get here where we at
No joke that's what folks don't know

Everything's up, yeah, it stuck
I done upgraded, pourin' up the drank
I can't sleep, I've been up lately
I'm smoking on that gas
You know my weed too loud (Weed too loud)
I be road runnin' like I did a hundred miles
(A hundred miles)
I keep the tap, boy, ooh, don't test me (Nah)
Ain't no game, boy
(Grrah) , ain't no playin' me (O oh)
Really sold them grams, I'm in the streets
I need a Grammy
I turned my trap money to the rap money
We expanded everything's up, yeah, it stuck
I done upgraded, pourin' up the drank
I can't sleep, I've been up lately
I'm smoking on that gas
You know my weed too loud (Weed too loud)
I be road runnin' like I did a hundred miles
(A hundred miles)
I keep the tap, boy, ooh, don't test me (Nah)
Ain't no game, boy
(Grrah) , ain't no playin' me (O oh)
Really sold them grams, I'm in the streets
I need a Grammy
I turned my trap money to the rap money
We expanded

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