Up-Top Baby lyrics

[Intro: YBN Nahmir]
Mr. Bounce out with that .44, n*gga ayy

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
On my life, when I up, he gon' freeze up
When it's cold, I'ma stick with that heat tucked
It's YBN, lil' n*gga get your team up
Remember all the days I was broke, now my cheese up
Take a-take a L, bounce back on some new sh*t
Kick a door, bounce out with them blue strips
MAC-10 and it came with a tool kit
n*gga try me, on my life, I'ma use it
I'm a Up-Top Baby, give a f*ck about a white scale
And I ain't sugar-coatin' sh*t, this my lifestyle
Up the chop', let it blow at a big crowd
Now they see me on the news and they like, "wow"
Sike naw, let me chill, I'm a smooth n*gga
But I still bounce out with that tool, n*gga
You know I keep that rocket in my Trues, n*gga
With YG, you be drippin' with them Ru' n*ggas
Real bad b*tch and she suckin' on my di*k
And you really think I'm trippin', if you think I eat the clit
Ayy, ayy, lil' n*gga I'm the sh*t
What the f*ck I look like tryna eat out a b*tch? Ayy
If my brother get to trippin', then I'm trippin' too
If my n*gga say he slidin', then I'm slidin' too
Hit a block, double back, we done hit a few
Bullets hot so they can melt 'em like a f*ckin' cube
[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
n*ggas know
If I up it, I'ma let that sh*t go
Bounce out with poles (bouncin' out, n*gga)
If a n*gga want smoke, he get smoked
n*ggas know
If I up it, I'ma let that sh*t go (let it go, n*gga)
Bounce out with poles (bouncin' out, n*gga)
If a n*gga want smoke, he get smoked

[Verse 2: YBN Nahmir]
If I ever go broke, I'ma get it out your b*tch
If I ever go down, guaranteed that I won't snitch
Stitched lips, dumb clips, I'll eat a lil' b*tch
First off, free Yadda, Kirko Lan in this b*tch
Shout out that n*gga Mozzy, know I'm f*ckin' with the gangland
Shooter gang, b*tch, Deuce Jojo let that thing blast
Know that four ton fizzy left a n*gga with a red tan
Hollow tips shootin' out the clip like he Plankton
Plankton, Plankton, Plankton
Big choppers, hella clips, knock a b*tch down
Glizzy hella geekin' he rock out with them Glocks out
n*gga snitchin', he got popped right when we found out
New Rollie on my wrist, cop a chain in this b*tch
Knock a b*tch n*gga down when I'm dumpin' the clip
Thuggin' hella extra, while a n*gga up in that mix
And the turf never lackin', b*tch you know I keep a stick
Never duckin' no smoke and I put that on the dead homies
n*gga run up, catch a shot with your main homie
Fruity lil' b*tch and that b*tch go insane on me
Better duck your taco when we slidin' in that Range, homie
On my life, on my mama I'll bust that
When I get paid I bet I'll cop that Cadillac
You n*ggas broke and you still shop at rent a sacks
And if I think you feelin' iggy I'ma push you back
[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
n*ggas know
If I up it, I'ma let that sh*t go
Bounce out with poles (bouncin' out, n*gga)
If a n*gga want smoke, he get smoked
n*ggas know
If I up it, I'ma let that sh*t go
Bounce out with poles (bouncin' out, n*gga)
If a n*gga want smoke, he get smoked