Get Up Onnat lyrics
by Young Slo-Be
[Intro]
(LegendMadeAnotherOne)
(It's the gang)
[Chorus]
Push up on a f*ckboy, n*gga, ayy, do him sleazy
Ayy, ayy, cuddy bounced out, heard his name sleaze
Oohwee, free all the thugs, I wish I had keys
Actually, f*ck this rap sh*t, we made y'all get low
On 21, put an ah on a pistol
She came with two hundred, got the knock, I don't sell coke
Dumb b*tch, know I keep strap like it's velcro
Play crazy, then we get busy
[Verse]
Boy got smoke, no joke, n*gga, no kizzy
On my case, n*ggas say, "Boy, you never got busy"
But I'm from the G, 7 Street, boy, you can't miss me
If I'm out the way, I'm gettin' bands, b*tch
Boy got smoke, no joke, n*gga, no kizzy
On my case, n*ggas say, "Boy, you never got busy"
But I'm from the G, 7 Street, boy, you can't miss me
If I'm out the way, I'm gettin' bands, b*tch
Put it in my hands, b*tch, ayy, you a fan, b*tch
Southeast reputable, ayy, ayy, f*ck your man, b*tch
You know what we do, play with fifty and I fan sh*t
Wanna come to the court, n*gga, just let me know
b*tch worryin' about the next b*tch, I'm finna let her go
Ayy, ayy, b*tch, it's more spots than just Figueroa
Ayy, ayy, cuddy FaceTimed me with a chilli roll
n*gga, got them, n*gga
[Chorus]
Push up on a f*ckboy, n*gga, ayy, do him sleazy
Ayy, ayy, cuddy bounced out, heard his name sleaze
Oohwee, free all the thugs, I wish I had keys
Actually, f*ck this rap sh*t, we made y'all get low
On 21, put an ah on a pistol
She came with two hundred, got the knock, I don't sell coke
Dumb b*tch, know I keep strap like it's velcro
Play crazy, then we get busy