Up the Street lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, come here real quick, bro, let me holler at you real quick
Uh, uh
Firzt, why the f*ck you do him like that?

[Chorus]
Man, f*ck all that talking, my n*gga let's link (Let's link)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Ha)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Yeah)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Drop your location, my n*gga let's meet (Let's meet)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Ha)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Right)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Smoke, I want all of that, b*tch, where the beef? (Where the beef?)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Ha)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Yeah)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Ain't tryna drop by, I'ma hop out on feet (On feet)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Brr)

[Verse 1]
Stop making songs, get off that phone
Bring your ass on, it's been too long (Yeah, yeah)
I got a hundred round drum on that K (Hundred)
I shoot at n*ggas, I don't shoot at homes (Brr, brr)
Why that boy hating? 'Cause that n*gga pus*y
Send me a stepper, don't send me no rookie (Ha)
You ho n*ggas lucky that I'm good at rappin'
'Cause I would've been came and seen 'bout that cappin' (Yeah)
'Cause I would've been came and seen 'bout that action (Yeah)
If that's how he feel, he gon' stand on it (b*tch)
I'm upping as soon as my hand on it (Uh)
This b*tch a guitar, I'ma jam on it (Boom)
Shoot up his car and then stand on it (Yeah)
Come bring your ho ass outside (Come on)
My n*ggas know I'ma ride (Yeah)
If I say, "It’s a go," they gon' slide (Huh?)
[Chorus]
Man, f*ck all that talking, my n*gga let's link (Let's link)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Ha)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Yeah)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Drop your location, my n*gga let's meet (Let's meet)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Ha)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Right)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Smoke, I want all of that, b*tch, where the beef? (Where the beef?)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Ha)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Yeah)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Ain't tryna drop by, I'ma hop out on feet (On feet)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Bring your b*tch ass up the street

[Verse 2]
Bring your ass on, b*tch, I'm waiting (b*tch)
Matter fact, b*tch, I'm getting impatient (Yeah, yeah)
I make your ass do the race (Okay)
Chase your ass down like I'm Jason (Huh? Huh?)
I done got tired of your b*tch ass (Yeah)
I put that rod on your b*tch ass (Go get that rod)
I heard you was giving out smoke (Smoke)
Well, I'ma get high on your b*tch ass (Tryna get high)
I swear to God I'm on his ass (Yeah)
As soon as you see me it's up (It's up)
Why you think you ain't see me get touched? (Huh?)
But these n*ggas ain't really with that (Yeah)
My n*ggas can't wait to fix that (Huh?)
We come kick the door at your kickback (Ah)
Shoot at you and your bros 'til it click-clack
Then go f*ck on your ho for some get-back
[Chorus]
Man, f*ck all that talking, my n*gga let's link (Let's link)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Ha)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Yeah)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Drop your location, my n*gga let's meet (Let's meet)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Ha)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Right)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Smoke, I want all of that, b*tch, where the beef? (Where the beef?)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Ha)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street (Yeah)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Ain't tryna drop by, I'ma hop out on feet (On feet)
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Bring your b*tch ass up the street
Bring your b*tch ass up the street