"Up Shit" lyrics
"Up Shit"
ShittyBoyz
I heard we some hoes? That really ain't this
Posted confirmations but it really ain't ship
Let me find out you bought a bag, it really ain't hit
Talk my shit, play my role, I really ain't shit
Ha-ha, yeah, we really ain't shit
Why trust a bitch when you know they really ain't shit
Come around now that I'm up? They really ain't shit
They really ain't shit but we really up shit
If ShittyBoyz ain't up, the sky ain't either
Ball for all the times I couldn't, now I can't take breathers
Hibachi when I'm out, I ain't never been a steak eater
Known to keep a sleeve on me, something like I hate jitters
25/8, I wouldn't even take a hour out
Was a sweetheart but I do the ho sour now
Shooter with me, I ain't wasting time at the Powerhouse
Charged up with the hands, bro'll knock his power out
Twenty-five letters 'cause I'm focused on the M
I got tired of the L's, now I'm focused on the wins
Pray to God every night that he don't focus on my sins
'Cause I did a lot of dirt, you know I'm focused on the BINs
We ain't made the same, you couldn't walk in my Balenciagas
I'm yo plug plug, I got more sauce than an enchilada
Say the wrong words, you getting smoked like some marijuana
Chop ain't just for shoulders, bitch be singing like Frank Sinatra
I heard we some hoes? That really ain't this
Posted confirmations but it really ain't ship
Let me find out you bought a bag, it really ain't hit
Talk my shit, play my role, I really ain't shit
Ha-ha, yeah, we really ain't shit
Why trust a bitch when you know they really ain't shit
Come around now that I'm up? They really ain't shit
They really ain't shit but we really up shit
Better hop in yo bag or off a fucking cliff
Fuck all the dick sucking, bitch, I'm really up for shit
Punching shit, feel like Jon Jones when the punches hit
Real Madrid a bitch, kick her out if she ain't sucking dick
Smiling in the mall, they can't spend what I just spent
Laughing in the foreign, they can't go where I just went
Turnt up my brightness, can't believe what she just sent
But when you up, it start to make yo bitch upset
Up next? Hell nah, bitch, we up now
Shirt cost a field goal, the pants cost a touchdown
Lil' bitch on me, probably 'cause I got that thrust now
Used to rock Ecko, now it's Gucci when I jump out
I'ma ham his ass three times, on some greezy shit
700s on, I ain't boosting, check the Yeezy drip
Good on the east with TrDee, on some Peezy shit
Feel like OBJ in the O, that's a easy six
I heard we some hoes? That really ain't this
Posted confirmations but it really ain't ship
Let me find out you bought a bag, it really ain't hit
Talk my shit, play my role, I really ain't shit
Ha-ha, yeah, we really ain't shit
Why trust a bitch when you know they really ain't shit
Come around now that I'm up? They really ain't shit
They really ain't shit but we really up shit
Up late, I ain't kicking with no bitch
Turned to the plug, how many bands can I get?
I don't even want you, bitch, that's yo friend, can I hit?
Tryna spin like you cold, you ain't nothing but a six
Talking 'bout you swiping, need to swipe some fucking sense
Talking 'bout we broke, boy, y'all niggas got me bent
Fendi when she see me, got a rich nigga [?]
It's the ShittyBoyz life, I can double what you spent
Scuff these? I'ma scuff you and yo mama
You niggas gas here, really hate me for some drama
But I'm ducked out the way, add comma after comma
Probably scam some nice people, I'm just waiting on karma
I'ma keep it one hundred, I want nothing but your credit
[?] girl, run this as a debit
Really up shit, stay with cheese like lettuce
No cap, pockets filled with knots like it's dreaded
I heard we some hoes? That really ain't this
Posted confirmations but it really ain't ship
Let me find out you bought a bag, it really ain't hit
Talk my shit, play my role, I really ain't shit
Ha-ha, yeah, we really ain't shit
Why trust a bitch when you know they really ain't shit
Come around now that I'm up? They really ain't shit
They really ain't shit but we really up shit
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