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

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