"Yuuup" lyrics

"Yuuup"

H, double O, D, nigga that's me
Low-key, don't talk to the police
Riding 'round in the city in a "two-seat" tucked
Nigga hasta la vista
Never love 'em, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
On occasion I'm sipping tequila
Got my stripes like them adi—hah

We them niggas huh
Real nigga what
Getting money boy
Can't get enough
In a "two-door"
With two hoes
Sitting too high
That's Pluto
Want your chick
Take your bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click

You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup

Okay nigga that's my calling
30 grand in the wrist I'm balling
Big diamonds and all them flawless
Sipping on that what you-ma-call-it
Goddamn I'm way too loco
Blame it on that cocoa loso
Four hoes introduced to the "four-door"
Low pro, two fours in my polo
On ten getting head in a low-low
Don't stop hoe DC go-go
Fuck ya'll niggas hating on me for?
Probably 'cause a nigga rich in a low-low
I'm too fly
And you not
You tell lies
I do not
Real nigga though
Got plenty hoes
20 grand a show
That's minimal
Can't stop the money on relax
Big bank, a swag and a Maybach
Hop off the Glock and I need that
Cock back and aim at your fitted cap
Ya'll boys don't want no drama
If you do you don't love your mamma
My niggas all about them com-

We them niggas huh
Real nigga what
Getting money boy
Can't get enough
In a "two-door"
With two hoes
Sitting too high
That's Pluto
Want your chick
Take your bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click

You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup

Okay nigga back off in here
All-black with a strap
My war gear
Ride with my city and I'm from here
Not too many niggas don't wanna go there
Vacation, no way don't care
them boys in the hood they don't care
Hit 'em up to the clip click whoa there
Big 5, got mine, don't go there
But okay I'm off of that bull
Keep hating all of them should
Rob me, I wish that they would
You can die beside of your bud
Get it right though
See the neck hoe?
Ten chains on
City fat glow
That's a 100k
For the neck game
Need a bad bitch
For the net gain
Gotta peep the swag I'm in a new thing
Flat black, got a ride like Bruce Wayne
And that shit be kicking like Liu Kang
Riding 'round I'm getting it like two chains
Fly, guy, that's all in the feed back
Thick bitch, you know a nigga need that
Ain't tripping in the lane who bad mouth
Money talk is all I speak 'bout

We them niggas huh
Real nigga what
Getting money boy
Can't get enough
In a two door
With two hoes
Sitting too high
That's Pluto
Want your chick
Take your bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click

You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup


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