Up lyrics

by

Tay B



[Intro]
Huh (Okay Jones)

[Chorus]
Your wrist ain't bust? Put that sh*t up
She bad, but she broke, turn that b*tch up
I can't hit a rap b*tch raw, I can't slip up
Sent her overseas for a makeover, now she did up

[Verse 1]
Oh, it ain't got the circle in it? That's a little Patek
Got a cougar b*tch, she be callin' me her lil' daddy
Tryna have money wars, it'll get a lil' tragic
Y'all n*ggas can't even f*ck with lil' manners
She a church girl, but she still get a lil' nasty
I wear Amiri, Prada, and Dior, I'm a lil' fancy
I'm thinkin' 'bout my opps while I'm rollin' up
We ain't playin' golf, but I just put a hole in one
Last year, I spent damn near mil' up in Golden Sun
Huh, I'm the chosen one, wait, I'm the frozen onе
Huh, yeah, dog sh*t on me, it ain't foldin' nothin'
Blick in my pants, Louis belt just to hold it up
n*ggas hatе when we in the club 'cause the hoes with us
Whole clique got prezis on and poles with us

[Chorus]
Your wrist ain't bust? Put that sh*t up
She bad, but she broke, turn that b*tch up
I can't hit a rap b*tch raw, I can't slip up
Sent her overseas for a makeover, now she did up
Your wrist ain't bust? Put that sh*t up
She bad, but she broke, turn that b*tch up
I can't hit a rap b*tch raw, I can't slip up
Sent her overseas for a makeover, now she did up
[Verse 2]
I feel like a pimp now
Three b*tches with me, made 'em liplock
Every b*tch that never let me f*ck all missed out
Badmouth me all day, you wonder why she on my di*k now
One-fifty on my chain, one-fifty on my wristwatch
You ain't suckin' di*k in the whip, b*tch, get out
Twenty thousand ones in the club, don't make me trip out
I'm a pit', but when we on the road, we don't make pitstops
When you hear that—, I brought the switch out
Got the 40 in my pants, Shawn Kemp, n*gga
When I pull it out, it's game over, Lil Flip, n*gga, huh
Tay B the young OG like I'm from Flint, n*gga, huh
You better let me f*ck, I'm a rich n*gga

[Chorus]
Your wrist ain't bust? Put that sh*t up
She bad, but she broke, turn that b*tch up
I can't hit a rap b*tch raw, I can't slip up
Sent her overseas for a makeover, now she did up
Your wrist ain't bust? Put that sh*t up
She bad, but she broke, turn that b*tch up
I can't hit a rap b*tch raw, I can't slip up
Sent her overseas for a makeover, now she did up
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