Young Thug Up song lyrics

Wheezy what the fuck brackin', nigga?

I might need Be El Be for this one

You dig?!

Whoa, we tore up

I'm like 'baby don't throw up', if she ever hit the ground

Young Thug not pickin' her up, you can Quicker Picker Up

Cause I'm a blood, pass me my bup, try'na come around for help but you gon' (what?!)

End up suckin', nothing but dick like whoa

Baby girl gon' stay and drop it, no steps but I promise I go up

Girl what up? I'm like baby this what's up

She under me like a rug, can't go up, yep

Trick bitch pull up on me, try'na get these digits

How the fuck I love when they ever like em - ooh

Bitch I am a genie, I got hoes in Magic City

Even when it's rented, president tinted

I need an Aaliyah she gon' rock all on my boat

My chain small but only my weed make me choke

Hey come here baby girl I want that amateur throat

And when I get through I pass it to all of my folks

Damn they got my name on the Coke

Blackjack got me winning by the boats

Shoot dice nigga five deuce four tre

And my weed orange like a fuckin' cantaloupe

She fuck me then smile in your face, all she ever say is "Oh yeah"

Ooh baby girl, pull up and give top, no lotion, she like Olay

Hey I don't like 'em black, no spades, no way

And I only tell her to hurry and wait

Whoa, we tore up

I'm like 'baby don't throw up', if she ever hit the ground

Young Thug not pickin' her up, you can Quicker Picker Up

Cause I'm a blood, pass me my bup, try'na come around for help but you gon' (what?!)

End up suckin', nothing but dick like whoa

Baby girl gon' stay and drop it, no steps but I promise I go up

Girl what up? I'm like baby this what's up

She under me like a rug, can't go up, yep

Bitches comin' round the fuckin gangsta, think they stupid

Pull up in the vintage, smoking loud like a Duely

And I know I am the best, bitch, how you do this?

And I pulled up on your bitch and the children

Damn what the fuck is going on, I am gone, so gone

I just spent a band on cologne, I am on, so on

And my neighbors call my thick misses Texas Roni

They was watchin' me back in the days like a Sony, promise

I just bought my son a Bentley from Import Cars

All my bitches coming foreign plus they head on

These lil' bitches try'na compete then they dead wrong

I'ma act just like I'm sleep but I'm dead on

Whoa, we tore up

I'm like 'baby don't throw up', if she ever hit the ground

Young Thug not pickin' her up, you can Quicker Picker Up

Cause I'm a blood, pass me my bup, try'na come around for help but you gon' (what?!)

End up suckin', nothing but dick like whoa

Baby girl gon' stay and drop it, no steps but I promise I go up

Girl what up? I'm like baby this what's up

She under me like a rug, can't go up, yep