Upper Eche-A-hoe lyrics

[Intro]
You can do anything you put your mind to, n*gga

[Verse 1]
Thirty on the left (Uh), twenty on the right (Yeah)
In a new 550 shuttin' down the night (Alright)
Finna beat the block (Huh), finna hit the road (Yeah)
Finna catch a bad b*tch and upper eche-a-hoe (Eche-a hoe)
This my testimo' (Huh)
Stack another hundred bands, cop a Testaros' (Yeah)
n*ggas know I be that man in my sectional (Alright)
Give my ho a couple grand, man I bet she go (I bet she go)
I bet she hit (Huh)
I bet the b*tch get in her duffle, breakin' on a trick (Yeah)
Thurl to the neck (Huh)
Five-fivе, hips curved, check the silhouеtte (Alright)
Five-star lips pursed, shawty really that (Alright)
This ain't no pitty-pat (Nah)
This that player-pop-your-collar, is you feelin' that (Is you feelin' that?)
That b*tch gon' do it for the dollars, n*gga gimme that (n*gga gimme that)
That b*tch gon' do this sh*t tomorrow, pimpin' really back (Pimpin' really back)
Is you feelin' that n*gga

[Interlude]
Is you feelin' that n*gga? (This sh*t alright)
'Cause I'm feelin' that sh*t n*gga (This sh*t alright)
I'm feelin' that sh*t, know what I'm sayin'?
[Verse 2]
I'm in this AMG kit with the doors up (With the doors)
Game froze up, bad b*tches chose up (Bad b*tches chose)
It's all the same loose change every week
Got your ten toes planted, struttin' on the concrete
What's your purse? Givenchy (Givenchy)
b*tch can you dig it, all this flavor on me (Yeah)
Ism make me sing it to a ho like R&B (Like R&B)
I'm runnin' laps just call me Marathon P (Huh)
n*gga from the G. I'm in the hood ridin' clean (Ridin' clean)
This new velour, you got your Sergio for cheap (Huh)
n*ggas hatin' hard but your broad want a piece (Damn)
She trying to eat, I'm trying to get sh*t out the purse
She trying to make me know her worth, I'm trying to make it off a beat (Off a what)
I'm trying to turn this couple thousand to a mil' (Yeah)
Master money flipper, gettin' richer by the bill (By the bill)
You get your issue, 301, we keep the kill (Yeah)
n*ggas too official, raise your glasses for the real