Up It by G Herbo Lyrics
[Intro]
Foe tryna hit the V-LIVE
Boy, it's too much of that shit
Roll up, boy, that shit dead
Turn that ass around
[Verse 1]
Ratchet shit, uh
Shawty and 'em poppin' out the cut, fappin' shit
Shawty know I'm tryna brack it, her butt fat as shit
Got an automatic under my jacket and I'm with it, what's happenin'? Uh
I just popped a lil' half a yerk so I'm feelin' fantastic
I'm like fuck it I'ma just go to work 'cause I been in the bank like Ashton, uh
I'll buy a lil' bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston
Hood bitch with me, I'm like a NASCAR driver, she ain't been in no fast one, uh
And I'm smoking V-LIVE, she givin' head while I'm drivin', I'ma fuck around, crash it, uh
I'm like fuck it, then I'ma go smash right now, I'ma take her to the mansion, uh
I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though, even though they plastic (I don't give a fuck)
In that new shit, I can self-park the whip, I'm feeling Jurassic (I'm feeling Jurassic)
And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist, uh, look at the dash (Look at the dash)
Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah, I just fill it with cash (Uh)
Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash (Stacey Dash)
But it ain't really 'cause of her face with her lil' basic ass (Bitch)
[Chorus]
Up it, up it, I up it, nigga, up it, uh
Nigga, fuck it, uh, I'ma cock this bitch and up it, uh
She gon' up it, up it, bitch, up it
Quick, get to duckin', fuck it, bitch, up it
[Verse 2]
You might wake your neighbors with they lil' racist ass
You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past
You hatin' on me 'cause I'm a young nigga and I chase the bag
We ain't smokin' but on nothin' but exotic, you'd think we laced the bag
I got my bitch a Chanel bag, uh, cost like twelve stacks, uh
Ridin' Trackhawks, uh, fuck your Hellcat (Nigga)
And I'm a bad boy, I'm a bad influence
Tell a nigga what he gon' do, make him fast forward, uh
And don't let no nigga ho you, keep that MAC, no Pro Tools
Keep that bag (Rrah), overheat that MAC (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
And I'm a star, check my VV's, you can see these hoes from afar
I mean you can be these, don't care if you BD or if you GD, we on that car
Word to my ma, word to y'all, word to Allah, whoever your god
Whatever a nigga play, send him up to his god
Whatever a nigga make, we gon' double it at the mall, uh
[Chorus]
Up it, up it, I up it, nigga, up it, uh
Nigga, fuck it, uh, I'ma cock this bitch and up it, uh
She gon' up it, up it, bitch, up it
Quick, get to duckin', fuck it, bitch, up it (Up it)
Foe tryna hit the V-LIVE
Boy, it's too much of that shit
Roll up, boy, that shit dead
Turn that ass around
[Verse 1]
Ratchet shit, uh
Shawty and 'em poppin' out the cut, fappin' shit
Shawty know I'm tryna brack it, her butt fat as shit
Got an automatic under my jacket and I'm with it, what's happenin'? Uh
I just popped a lil' half a yerk so I'm feelin' fantastic
I'm like fuck it I'ma just go to work 'cause I been in the bank like Ashton, uh
I'll buy a lil' bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston
Hood bitch with me, I'm like a NASCAR driver, she ain't been in no fast one, uh
And I'm smoking V-LIVE, she givin' head while I'm drivin', I'ma fuck around, crash it, uh
I'm like fuck it, then I'ma go smash right now, I'ma take her to the mansion, uh
I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though, even though they plastic (I don't give a fuck)
In that new shit, I can self-park the whip, I'm feeling Jurassic (I'm feeling Jurassic)
And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist, uh, look at the dash (Look at the dash)
Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah, I just fill it with cash (Uh)
Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash (Stacey Dash)
But it ain't really 'cause of her face with her lil' basic ass (Bitch)
[Chorus]
Up it, up it, I up it, nigga, up it, uh
Nigga, fuck it, uh, I'ma cock this bitch and up it, uh
She gon' up it, up it, bitch, up it
Quick, get to duckin', fuck it, bitch, up it
[Verse 2]
You might wake your neighbors with they lil' racist ass
You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past
You hatin' on me 'cause I'm a young nigga and I chase the bag
We ain't smokin' but on nothin' but exotic, you'd think we laced the bag
I got my bitch a Chanel bag, uh, cost like twelve stacks, uh
Ridin' Trackhawks, uh, fuck your Hellcat (Nigga)
And I'm a bad boy, I'm a bad influence
Tell a nigga what he gon' do, make him fast forward, uh
And don't let no nigga ho you, keep that MAC, no Pro Tools
Keep that bag (Rrah), overheat that MAC (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
And I'm a star, check my VV's, you can see these hoes from afar
I mean you can be these, don't care if you BD or if you GD, we on that car
Word to my ma, word to y'all, word to Allah, whoever your god
Whatever a nigga play, send him up to his god
Whatever a nigga make, we gon' double it at the mall, uh
[Chorus]
Up it, up it, I up it, nigga, up it, uh
Nigga, fuck it, uh, I'ma cock this bitch and up it, uh
She gon' up it, up it, bitch, up it
Quick, get to duckin', fuck it, bitch, up it (Up it)