Up (Prod. By Wheezy)

Up （By Wheezy ）-Young Thug

Wheezy what the f**k brackin'ni**a

I might need be el be for this one

You dig

Whoa we tore up

I'm like 'baby don't throw up'if she ever hit the ground

Young thug not pickin'her up you can quicker picker up

Cause I'm a blood pass me my bup

Try'na come around for help but you gon'what

End up suckin'nothing but dick like whoa

Baby girl gon'stay and drop it no steps but I promise I go up

Girl what up I'm like baby this what's up

She under me like a rug can't go up yep

Trick b**ch pull up on me try'na get these digits

How the f**k I love when I never like em ooh

B**ch I am a genie I got hoes in magic city

Even when it's rented president tinted

I need an Aaliyah she gon'rock all on my boat

My chain small but only my w**d make me choke

Hey come here baby girl I want that amateur throat

And when I get through I pass it to all of my folks

Damn they got my name on the coke

Blackjack got me winning by the boats

Shoot dice ni**a five deuce four tre

And my w**d orange like a f**kin'cantaloupe

She f**k me then smile in your face all she ever say is oh yeah

Ooh baby girl pull up and give top no lotion she like olay

Hey I don't like 'em black no spades no way

And I only tell her to hurry and wait

Whoa we tore up

I'm like 'baby don't throw up'if she ever hit the ground

Young thug not pickin'her up you can quicker picker up

Cause I'm a blood pass me my bup

Try'na come around for help but you gon'what

End up suckin'nothing but dick like whoa

Baby girl gon'stay and drop it no steps but I promise I go up

Girl what up I'm like baby this what's up

She under me like a rug can't go up yep

B**ches comin'round the f**king gangsta think they stupid

Pull up in the trenches smoking loud like a dually

And I know I am the best b**ch how you do this

And I pulled up on your b**ch and the children

Damn what the f**k is going on I am gone so gone

I just spent a band on cologne I am on so on

And my neighbors call my thick misses Texas roni

They was watchin'me back in the days like a Sony promise

I just bought my son a Bentley for his 'port card

All my b**ches coming foreign plus they head on

These lil'b**ches try'na compete then they dead wrong

I'm act just like I'm sleep but I'm dead on

Whoa we tore up

I'm like 'baby don't throw up'if she ever hit the ground

Young thug not pickin'her up you can quicker picker up

Cause I'm a blood pass me my bup

Try'na come around for help but you gon'what

End up suckin'nothing but dick like whoa

Baby girl gon'stay and drop it no steps but I promise I go up

Girl what up I'm like baby this what's up

She under me like a rug can't go up yep