NEP2NE - UP Lyrics

Shawty wanna be on the roster, shawty wanna be on the team
Shawty say she like my posture, she wanna taste the cream
Smokin' like a rasta, R.I.P. Marley

Diamonds on my neck, so much weight they heavy
Diamonds so wet man I'm drippin' like a sink
I steady be shinin', you know I got the gleam
I steady be grinding, Tony Hawk on the scene
NEP2NE on the beat, and he leave it R.I.P.
NEP2NE on the beat, leave it buried six feet
Niggas be jealous of my consistency
Getting to that money, that's why they envy
Getting that green like I'm growing celery
Gas in my lungs, that's for the remedy
These f*ck niggas, they ain't feeling me
Changing frequencies, switchin' energies
Pop my shit on the regular, y'all do it frequently

I'm up in the air, so you know I'm flying private
I'ma general, these niggas just be privates
NEP2NE got that drip for sure, I don't need no stylist
Niggas don't got no sauce but they keep trying
Designer what I rock, Rick Owens what I'm buying
I like what I wear, NEP2NE be profilin'
I'm up in the air, sorta like a pilot
NEP2NE got the water, all i need is my trident, then I'll be Poseidon
My money stack, she like the way I pile it
Thoughts up on my mind, got me feelin' anxious
God got my back, so you know a nigga thankful
Rolling up that gas, it got me feelin' graceful
Baddie taste like candy, hit it Now and Later
So many different races, so many different flavors
No cape on my back, so no I cannot save her
Life got ups and downs but I will never waiver
These clowns think they It, choppa make ya float
Aim at our targets, we gon tag your toe
NEP2NE be the shit, better cover up your nose
I'm bout my f*ckin dairy, not talkin' cereal
Bank account got o's, not talkin' Cheerios

Shawty wanna be on the roster, shawty wanna be on the team
Shawty say she like my posture, she wanna taste the cream
Smokin' like a rasta, R.I.P. Marley