Power Up lyrics

[Intro]
Hood Fame, Hood Fame
Yayo
Skrt
Super Saiyan Yayo, no more free Yayo, it costs, b*tch
Power up

[Verse]
You n*ggas is no competition (At all)
Also pus*y did I mention?
I was really in the kitchen
Me and four-four really bussin' down midgets
Posted on the block, you know that we gotta get it
Truckload, that's a lot of chicken
Take a pint and we reseal it
You get out of line, you gon' feel it
End of discussion
Ran out of red, I'm sippin' on 'Russin
Chopper bang like percussion
Pop up on 'em, ain't no touchin', we bussin'
That ho you cuffin' on, yeah, she still mine
Hit her from the back, let her feel nine
I know you heard through the grape vine
Had that b*tch eat di*k for a long time
Boy, you so gay
So fake and fugazi (You lame)
Tried the youngin', must be crazy
You callin' my phone, ain't got nothin' to say
Pull up on the Eastside, it's a homicide
Hundred round drum, everybody die
Ayy, you better duck when them bullets fly
Caught your homie at the store, he wasn't down to ride
Them n*ggas don't f*ck with you
Who really grew up with you?
Them n*ggas gon' run when we buck at you
Them n*ggas gon' run when we come for you
Pull up to your hood, them n*ggas don't know you
Fake ass pus*y, lil' n*gga, I'll show you
I keep them bands in my pants like it's poker
Bands on the table, n*gga, no Texas hold 'em
Chopper so big when I bust it damn near blew out my shoulder
In the trap house beatin' the pack out
Crack rock big like a boulder
Ballin' hard, Villanova, twenty bricks in the Rover
Dunkin' pints in the soda
My b*tch like Beyoncé so I guess that I'm Hov
I'm cuffin' Bentleys and Mazi's
All my n*ggas started catchin' a body
My n*ggas got big like that n*gga Yo Gotti
That crack in that back, boy, you know that we got it
We know that we trappin', you know that we make it happen
You know you other n*ggas really cappin'
Get caught with that pack, boy, you know I'm snatchin'
These n*ggas so pus*y, I'll really slap 'em
Hello Kitty, n*gga, know you a coochie
Foreign money, got the blueprint from Lucci
Powered up on that molly, we bootin'
Ready or not here I come like The Fugees
[Chorus]
Ain't nothin' I do lowkey
Hard head gang, young OG
Been thuggin' since I stood four feet
Dunkin' ninety-three octane gas, OG
Ain't nothin' I do lowkey
Hard head gang, young OG
Been thuggin' since I stood four feet
Dunkin' ninety-three octane gas, OG

[Outro]
pus*y, yeah
Hood Fame, Hood Fame, Hood Fame, Hood Fame
Gang, Yayo, Go Yayo
Free the gang, Hood Fame
Rich before twenty-one, b*tch
Rich before twenty-one, b*tch
Rich before twenty-one, b*tch
Free the clique
Power up
Better come with it, n*gga
Part two on the motherf*ckin' way