Текст BLAKE – Yup
Текст:
Ay, ay
Woof
Ay, ay
Look
Diamonds look like piss (piss)
Diamond chain on piss (piss)
Now my wrist on sick (sick)
Now my bitch real thick (thick)
Pull up, then I skrrt (skrrt)
Look at they expression (spression)
Ben Frank on me too, he blue
I think he got depression
Diamonds look like water (water)
She drip drip like water (water)
Hit that bitch, don’t call her (call her)
Dodge like Charger (Charger)
Pull up then I charge her
Lil’ bitch bad and bougie
Can’t dap you up, you a fuck nigga
Fuck niggas got cooties
I’ma leave they feelings hurting
Windows down on purpose
Hanging out the window, swerving
Baby Snapchat made me nervous
‘Cause my main bitch, she be lurking
I swear she do the most
Boy, you talk a lot
Let’s talk about why you so broke
Wait, talk too much, bitch, shut up
I’m your young dumb motherfucker
Tryna save your bitch some trouble (wait)
Ex-bitch mad, oh well (well)
Cop that pack wholesale (sale)
Mama like, «What’s that smell?»
Had to move the pack out the crib that’s hell
Panoramic my whip
Hoes all on my tip
100s blue like a crip
Bust my nut… dip
Left wrist, holy moly (damn)
Fuck you niggas, we not homies
Used to have to cop the O-Z
Now a nigga need the whole thing
Pull up, then I skip
Keep it brief and quick
Tripping over a bitch
Broke niggas make me sick
No, I won’t call her
Fuck her, don’t bother
One hundred, need charger
One hundred, need charger
On fleek, yup
Bossed up, yup
Turning heads, right left
Strike a pose, yup
Yeah, I seen them pussy niggas
Pussy nigga, do you need some help
That boy there gon’ need some milk
Flex on ’em, yup
Bitch I’m feeling dangerous
Wrist on fucking singing
Beat so fucking dangling
Belt so fucking hanging
Had to hit ’em back
‘Cause that ass was like on whoa (whoa)
Niggas playing games
And they stuck in story mode
Bitch talking ’bout shrimp and steak (steak)
Tell a bitch get out my face (face)
I can’t take your ass on no date (wait)
But I can hit your ass with that BLAKE (ooh)
Boy, quit tweeting, it’s okay
Little nigga all in his feelings
Can’t figure out why is it
Broke niggas always got the most opinions (ooh)
Had to boss up and flex up
Had to show you niggas who’s next up
Baby, quit talking, that’s extra
Just say I’d like a checkup
Why you peeking my message
Ask too many fucking questions
Send me one more text message
You gonna hate the read receptions
Why these niggas so lame
Wanna talk down on my name
Niggas thought that I was playing games
Wrist looking like Johnny Dang
Lil’ boys like, you funny
Talking ’bout, you ain’t making money
Hating on me, but now I got your bitch
Ha-ha-ha, God don’t like ugly
Ha-ha, ha-ha