Up Lyrics - Young Thug

Wheezy what the fuck brackin', nigga? 

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 

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Trick bitch pull up on me, try'na get these digits 

How the fuck I love when they ever like em - ooh 

Bitch 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 weed 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 nigga five deuce four tre 

And my weed orange like a fuckin' cantaloupe 

She fuck 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 

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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 

Bitches comin' round the fuckin gangsta, think they stupid 

Pull up in the vintage, smoking loud like a Duely 

And I know I am the best, bitch, how you do this? 

And I pulled up on your bitch and the children 

Damn what the fuck 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 from Import Cars 

All my bitches coming foreign plus they head on 

These lil' bitches try'na compete then they dead wrong 

I'ma 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