"yup!" lyrics
Light the blunts up when I walk in the building
Gravy getting buck every time I get up in it
Always pull up with a plethora of women
I be like yup bitch that's how I be livin'
And your bitch say what's up (ayyy) she tryna get it
Gravy lemme fuck oooo I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes
So I say yup baby girl Imma hit it, Imma hit it baby
Ay, don't you fuck with me buddy you could meet the Fockers
When I pop it off call me Orville Redenbacher
I be cookin' up I'm the young Betty Crocker
Gravy piped your mom again wow what a shocker
Hannah Montana, I got the juice, I got the Fanta
I got the juice, like a banana
I got the juice, like Tropicana
I make gas, I got gelato
Imma splash, I'm like a bottle
Got pizazz, like it's my motto
I'm tryna pull up on Nelly Furtado and them Imma smash
Gravy got your Puta, she sittin' in my jacuzzi
I think I need a few more
And if you got the Henny pour it up
Light the blunts up when I walk in the building
Gravy getting buck every time I get up in it
Always pull up with a plethora of women
I be like yup bitch that's how I be livin'
And your bitch say what's up (ayyy) she tryna get it
Gravy lemme fuck oooo I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes
So I say yup baby girl Imma hit it, Imma hit it baby
Yup she said yup I said yup I pull up I clap yup yup yup baby
And if that bitch can clip her seat belt on the first try then she ain't my type (I need a thicky)
Gravy need a bitch with an ass so fat that it makes it hard to live her life (god damn)
And Imma get the bands even if I don't want to
If you smell like Black & Milds baby I don't want you
Gravy got the drip and the cheese like I'm fondue
All of y'all be on one congrats bitch I'm on too
She call me Papa Johns, I got the sauce baby
Get the fuck off my lawn, now get lost baby
Bitch I feel like boss baby mixed with Jack Frost
80 bitches in my crib going through 'em Randy Moss baby
Pussy
Light the blunts up when I walk in the building
Gravy getting buck every time I get up in it
Always pull up with a plethora of women
I be like yup bitch that's how I be livin'
And your bitch say what's up (ayyy) she tryna get it
Gravy lemme fuck oooo I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes
So I say yup baby girl Imma hit it, Imma hit it baby
Gravy getting buck every time I get up in it
Always pull up with a plethora of women
I be like yup bitch that's how I be livin'
And your bitch say what's up (ayyy) she tryna get it
Gravy lemme fuck oooo I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes
So I say yup baby girl Imma hit it, Imma hit it baby
Ay, don't you fuck with me buddy you could meet the Fockers
When I pop it off call me Orville Redenbacher
I be cookin' up I'm the young Betty Crocker
Gravy piped your mom again wow what a shocker
Hannah Montana, I got the juice, I got the Fanta
I got the juice, like a banana
I got the juice, like Tropicana
I make gas, I got gelato
Imma splash, I'm like a bottle
Got pizazz, like it's my motto
I'm tryna pull up on Nelly Furtado and them Imma smash
Gravy got your Puta, she sittin' in my jacuzzi
I think I need a few more
And if you got the Henny pour it up
Light the blunts up when I walk in the building
Gravy getting buck every time I get up in it
Always pull up with a plethora of women
I be like yup bitch that's how I be livin'
And your bitch say what's up (ayyy) she tryna get it
Gravy lemme fuck oooo I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes
So I say yup baby girl Imma hit it, Imma hit it baby
Yup she said yup I said yup I pull up I clap yup yup yup baby
And if that bitch can clip her seat belt on the first try then she ain't my type (I need a thicky)
Gravy need a bitch with an ass so fat that it makes it hard to live her life (god damn)
And Imma get the bands even if I don't want to
If you smell like Black & Milds baby I don't want you
Gravy got the drip and the cheese like I'm fondue
All of y'all be on one congrats bitch I'm on too
She call me Papa Johns, I got the sauce baby
Get the fuck off my lawn, now get lost baby
Bitch I feel like boss baby mixed with Jack Frost
80 bitches in my crib going through 'em Randy Moss baby
Pussy
Light the blunts up when I walk in the building
Gravy getting buck every time I get up in it
Always pull up with a plethora of women
I be like yup bitch that's how I be livin'
And your bitch say what's up (ayyy) she tryna get it
Gravy lemme fuck oooo I'll consider
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes
So I say yup baby girl Imma hit it, Imma hit it baby
Writer(s): Larrance Dopson, Nick Seeley, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Quintin Ferbie Gulledge, William Thompson, Maiquel Romero, Matthew Hauri
