Up Up lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Chorus: Yung Mal]
I pour muddy in my cup, I mix it up, up
My backwood stuffed with that cookie, roll it up, up
I'm on addy, I stay up
Half a milli, count it up
LV hold my britches up
He want some smoke, we pulling up
That lil bitty cash, put it up
Got so many bags, prices up
I got your b*tch in the spot going up
She suck that di*k and I make her throw up, up
We hit the club, throw it up
I need a ten or I won't show up
Count the front and the back end up
Then me and Lil Quill split it up

[Verse 1: Lil Quill]
We get the back end, we split it up
We get 'em in, get 'em out, back to back, do it franticly
I spent some racks on the whip, no I didn't get it easily
Don't come to my crib just to chill, ain't no teasing me
VVS on my neck and it's wet, these is seventeen
I cut him off 'cause he did not pay up like [?]
Think about running off on the lord, I'll rip your [?]
Ain't giving head, you gotta get out the facility
As long as I'm here I'ma stack this sh*t up 'til infinity
Top back on the Beam, we don't do the Infiniti
I was just broke and they didn't show a n*gga no sympathy
I was strapped up in the street, I didn't make it to chemistry
All of my n*ggas, shared me a tip 'bout the memory
Motherf*ck the judge, free all my n*ggas with felonies
We goin' up to the top like a f*cking beat
Push start the whip, I do not need no f*cking key
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
I pour muddy in my cup, I mix it up, up
My backwood stuffed with that cookie, roll it up, up
I'm on addy, I stay up
Half a milli, count it up
LV hold my britches up
He want some smoke, we pulling up
That lil bitty cash, put it up
Got so many bags, prices up
I got your b*tch in the spot going up
She suck that di*k and I make her throw up, up
We hit the club, throw it up
I need a ten or I won't show up
Count the front and the back end up
Then me and Lil Quill split it up

[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
We get the back end, split that sh*t up
We go to Saks for the front end up
Thumb through that cash 'til my fingers swell up
Six in the morning, a n*gga still up
Make your b*tch suck that di*k 'til the b*tch throw up
At the top of the pent, n*gga gotta live up
I was down on my di*k, now a young n*gga up
All these hundreds and fifties, it's hard to give up, yeah
I pour muddy in my cup, I mix it up, up
If you owe me just pay up
I helped my whoadie shot it up, up
My young n*ggas up
They get the cash and they throw this sh*t up
When the cameras start flashing
Throw the 1'5 up and then hold that sh*t up
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
I pour muddy in my cup, I mix it up, up
My backwood stuffed with that cookie, roll it up, up
I'm on addy, I stay up
Half a milli, count it up
LV hold my britches up
He want some smoke, we pulling up
That lil bitty cash, put it up
Got so many bags, prices up
I got your b*tch in the spot going up
She suck that di*k and I make her throw up, up
We hit the club, throw it up
I need a ten or I won't show up
Count the front and the back end up
Then me and Lil Quill split it up
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