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up one (remix) - yella beezy lyrics

[chorus: yella beezy]
i got (i got) big rocks (big rocks)
big chain (big chain), big watch (big watch)
big beans (big beans), big glocks (big glocks)
big bills (big bills), big blocks (big blocks)
all gold rollie, no tick tock (tick tock)
f-ck your ho in my flip-flops (in my flip flops)
kickin’ this sh-t, no gym socks (gym sock)
ask about me n-gga, i been hot (been hot)
it ain’t ’bout money? n-gga, kick rocks (kick rocks)
that’s all facts, no xerox (xerox)
bust a couple shots, make it clear out (clear out)
you p-ssy -ss n-gga, i don’t hear about (hear about)
i’m up one (up one) up one (up one)
up one (up one), up one (up one)
i’m up one (up one), up one (up one)
i’m up one (up one), i’m up one (up one)

[verse 1: yella beezy]
i’m up one (up one), don’t make me bust one (bust one)
this big chopper (big chopper), he’ll touch somethin’ (bow)
order now n-gga, i’ma buck somethin’ (buck somethin’)
n-gga think i ain’t shootin’, i’ll sunk somethin’
ho-ho-hop out the whip, hoes come runnin’ (come runnin’)
man that silly -ss b-tch, i ain’t gon’ f-ck nothin’ (f-ck nothin’)
ho stop playin’ games, come suck somethin’ (suck somethin’)
hey, bend it over, put it on your b-tt honey
hey, watch presidential (whoa), get top in a rental (whoa)
hopped in a sprinter (whoa), fly individual (whoa)
big guap, thick knots, check my credentials (sayin’)
kick back, keep it player, ride with the n-gga
cup full of mud runnin’ up in my liver (my liver)
pray to god they don’t put me in the hospital (hospital)
can’t touch me boy, i’m too hot n-gga (hot n-gga)
all these little bitty b-tches gon’ bop n-gga (bop n-gga)
had to hide these rocks on my jock n-gga (my jock n-gga)
if he playin’ i’ma shoot him off top n-gga (top n-gga)
boy i spent thirty k on my watch n-gga (watch n-gga)
put d-ck all in your ho crotch n-gga (crotch n-gga)
poppin’ sh-t, poppin’ sh-t, yeah i pop n-ggas
got a l!ck, got a l!ck, on a house n-gga
h-ll nah i ain’t stuntin’ you stank hoes (street!)
yeah, rip bankroll

[verse 2: lil baby]
never let a b-tch n-gga take my shine
f-ck waitin’ around n-gga, i’ma take mine
i’m up one now but it took a little time
patek philippe for my time
free lil bro, he brought the mac’s out
standin’ on stage with my strap out
everywhere i go i got them racks out
n-gga try to take mine, it’s a blackout
i’m gettin’ money for real, i had a mil, before the deal, yeah
i get them pounds every week, i’m never off beat, i stay in the streets, yeah
n-ggas be sayin’ they want beef, but soon as we meet, they want to speak, yeah
count this money ’til i fall off
i’m lebron the way i ball out
n-ggas run and hide when them rods out
man that sh-t wasn’t sweet, i took the hard route
i’m in dallas, i got all my chains on
she keep callin’ my line so i changed phones
hop out, who you? who you? bruh, shoot
run with the gang, we gon’ pull up in groups
get you knocked down for a new pair of shoes

[verse 3: yella beezy]
play big bank (whoa), take lil bank (whoa)
she booted on the molly (whoa), i’m on a lil drank (whoa)
come fly by me, i want a lil face
think about it, i don’t want relations with the lil sk-nk (nah)
not tay-k but i’m on the race (on the race)
big desert eagle, keep it on my waist (keep it on my)
motherf-ck a hater, yeah they gonna hate
fall back, lil b-tch, nah i don’t go on dates (woo)
yeah i stay sippin’ (sippin’) on the sizzurp (sizzurp)
got a lot of ice like a blizzard (blizzard)
what’s crackin’ n-gga? what’s the wizz-ord?
in the trap doin’ magic like a wizard (bow)
sip me a four, n-gga slizz-urred (slizz-urred)
smart ho givin’ brain like a nizz-erd
i ain’t gettin’ money, what you say, come again sir?
sucked off in the loft, gettin’ top’s where i been sir (aw)
gettin’ drunk, gettin’ full of this henn sir (aw)
in my pants, yeah i keep about ten sir (aw)
i’m a loner, no i don’t need friends sir (yeah)
got about ten bad b-tches in the benz sir (blow)
don’t ask me ’bout that ho house, i ain’t went there (i ain’t went here)
broke, been a long time since i been there (been there)
boy you n-ggas stressin’ out, you got thin hair
my son ain’t born yet but he got about ten pair guccis

- yella beezy lyrics

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