G Herbo – Up It Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Ratchet shit
Shawty [?] popping out the cut, fat bitch shit
Shawty know why I’m tryna brack it, her butt fat as shit
Got an automatic under my jacket and I’m really what’s happening
I just popped a little [?] so I’m feeling fantastic
I’m like fuck it I’ma just go to work cause I’ve been in the bank like [?]
I buy lil bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston
Hood bitch with me I’m like NASCAR driver [?]
And I’m smoking [?] she giving head while I’m driving, I’ma fuck around and crash
I’m like fuck it I wanna smash right now, I’ma take her to the mansion
I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though even though they’re plastic
In that new shit I can self park the whip, I’m feeling Jurassic
And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist huh, look at the dash
Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah I just fill it with cash
Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash
But it ain’t really cause of her face or her basic ass

[Chorus]
Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
Nigga fuck it
I’ma count this bitch and up it
She gon’ up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to ducking
Fuck it, bitch up it

[Verse 2]
[?] lil racist ass
You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past
You hating on me cause I’m a young nigga and I chase the bag
We ain’t smoking but [?] you think we laced the bag
I got my bitch a Chanel bag, caught like twelve stacks
Running track hoes, fuck your [?]
And I’m a bad boy, I’m a bad influence
Tell a nigga what he gon’ do, make him fast forward
[?] keep that Mac, no Pro Tools
Keep that bag
Overheat that Mac
And I’m a star, check my [?]
You can’t see these hoes from afar
[?]
Word to my mom, word to y’all
Word to Allah, whoever your god
[?]

[Chorus]
Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
Nigga fuck it
I’ma count this bitch and up it
She gon’ up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to ducking
Fuck it, bitch up it

B.o.B – Shhh (Elements Album)

[Hook]
Shhh, I got a secret x2
Shhh, come closer
(come here bitch)
Smack some sense in your ass x4
Like a pimp, like a, like a pimp
Smack some sense in your ass x2

[Verse 1]
Like a pimp on your ass
I hope I offended your ass
Hoe playin pretend with your ass
Burst your bubble like a pimple, my bad
Chicken little, throw em out the window like a demo
Camo black on black, I keep it simple
That No Genre on me, only symbol
Distracting the shit out your ass
Terms and conditions your ass
Better remember me right
If I disappear Copperfield on your ass
Now run like the pigs on your ass
And they got evidence to pin on your ass
30 years on your ass
I don’t even remember your ass
Barking up the wrong tree
Beating around the wrong bush
Reading off the wrong page
Reading out the wrong book
It ain’t a big deal to your ass
If it don’t make no sense to your ass
I say I’m all about peace
But I’ll still smack the shit out your ass

[Hook]
Shhh, I got a secret x2
Shhh, come closer
(come here bitch)
Smack some sense in your ass x4
Like a pimp, like a, like a pimp
Smack some sense in your ass x2

[Verse 2]
Hold on to your horses
Stay looking for an O-Z like I’m Dorothy
These niggas ain’t as hard as they record us
You just a gangster on Pro Tools
You faker than O’doul’s
Can’t nobody here extort me
We, we ain’t dating, we recordin
Pimping stiff as rigamortis
Probably from counting bands and drinking 40’s

[Hook]
Shhh, I got a secret x2
Shhh, come closer
(come here bitch)
Smack some sense in your ass x4
Like a pimp, like a, like a pimp
Smack some sense in your ass x2