Up It lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah I’m Lil 6 but I’m finna make it a hundred
I know that n*gga ain’t eat in a minute but my choppa really gon’ fill up his stomach
My shoota just got a drum and I’m countin’ up bands so my n*gga we stay with precautions
That n*gga just got a rack on his head and he hit it so hard that he got a concussion

[Chorus]
Don't know karate but my choppa really be punchin’
XD-45 finna turn him to nothing
I ain’t the same n*gga that I was two years ago so my n*gga don’t think that I’m bluffin’
We finna, we finna really gon' up it
Six hundred really don't need introduction
You would have thought we owned the f*ckin' crib the way me and my n*ggas walked in that function

[Break]
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[Verse 2]
f*ck a studio. I'ma just get on the mic, find a beat and turn that sh*t up on the headphones
They asking me if I still f*ck with that ho man, I look at his dumbass and told that boy “Hell no”
He talkin' down on me, we gon' wet his ass up, leave his whole body red that boy lookin’ like Elmo
They say that I’m wasting my f*cking potential, I’m just getting started, this only a demo
Big bag on me feelin’ like a weightlift
Your ho on me, Louis V the fragrance
You not silent, really on that snake sh*t
Look at your diamonds, you be wearing fake sh*t
Shout out Carti, but I’ve been ridin’ in that tank
Your producer, this chopper get up on your placement
n*gga wanna be on even though he ain’t
Got your ho on my line, I'm findin' where her face be
[Verse 3]
Big body juggin’, inside it’s a mac, yeah, that n*gga talk down, we turn into Ricky
I call my choppa an elderly woman, inside of the clip it’s gon’ hold about fifty
I been on they mind for a minute, he got out of line, I'ma hit him with sticks, pixie
I don't got time for the games, if you playin' my bread, I put him on the screen, Disney
Walk in the spot and I’m makin' a bag
I know that n*gga soft but he tough on the app
Blowin’ that check then I’m makin' it back
“I knew that n*gga once” then we knock off his cap
Put him in his car and we make him relax
Countin’ all my bread, I’m countin’ the racks
I been going up man I feel like the goat
Put him in the air and he ain’t comin’ back

[Chorus]
Don't know karate but my choppa really be punchin’
XD-45 finna turn him to nothing
I ain’t the same n*gga that I was two years ago so my n*gga don’t think that I’m bluffin’
We finna, we finna really gon' up it
Six hundred really don't need introduction
You would have thought we owned the f*ckin' crib the way me and my n*ggas walked in that function

[Outro]
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