Up It - G Herbo

Foe tryna hit the V-LIVE

Boy, it’s too much of that shit

Roll up, boy, that shit dead

Turn that ass around

Ratchet shit, uh

Shawty and 'em poppin' out the cut, fappin' shit

Shawty know I’m tryna brack it, her butt fat as shit

Got an automatic under my jacket and I’m with it, what’s happenin'?

Uh

I just popped a lil' half a yerk so I’m feelin' fantastic

I’m like fuck it I’ma just go to work 'cause I been in the bank like Ashton, uh

I’ll buy a lil' bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston

Hood bitch with me, I’m like a NASCAR driver, she ain’t been in no fast one, uh

And I’m smoking V-LIVE, she givin' head while I’m drivin', I’ma fuck around,

crash it, uh

I’m like fuck it, then I’ma go smash right now, I’ma take her to the mansion, uh

I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though, even though they plastic

(I don’t give a fuck)

In that new shit, I can self-park the whip, I’m feeling Jurassic (I'm feeling

Jurassic)

And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist, uh, look at the dash (Look at

the dash)

Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah, I just fill it with cash (Uh)

Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash (Stacey Dash)

But it ain’t really 'cause of her face with her lil' basic ass (Bitch)

Up it, up it, I up it, nigga, up it, uh

Nigga, fuck it, uh, I’ma cock this bitch and up it, uh

She gon' up it, up it, bitch, up it

Quick, get to duckin', fuck it, bitch, up it

You might wake your neighbors with they lil' racist ass

You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past

You hatin' on me 'cause I’m a young nigga and I chase the bag

We ain’t smokin' but on nothin' but exotic, you’d think we laced the bag

I got my bitch a Chanel bag, uh, cost like twelve stacks, uh

Ridin' Trackhawks, uh, fuck your Hellcat (Nigga)

And I’m a bad boy, I’m a bad influence

Tell a nigga what he gon' do, make him fast forward, uh

And don’t let no nigga ho you, keep that MAC, no Pro Tools

Keep that bag (Rrah), overheat that MAC (Rrah, rrah, rrah)

And I’m a star, check my VV’s, you can see these hoes from afar

I mean you can be these, don’t care if you BD or if you GD, we on that car

Word to my ma, word to y’all, word to Allah, whoever your god

Whatever a nigga play, send him up to his god

Whatever a nigga make, we gon' double it at the mall, uh

Up it, up it, I up it, nigga, up it, uh

Nigga, fuck it, uh, I’ma cock this bitch and up it, uh

She gon' up it, up it, bitch, up it

Quick, get to duckin', fuck it, bitch, up it (Up it)