Get the back end, go up
I'm with Lil Ant so it's time to po up
He say he a shooter then why he froze up
We dont do that talkin you gotta show us (Show us)
Its up and its stuck
Riding wit Young Jah tryna count up big bucks
Boy you not gang stop testing yo luck
Stay to yourself and run that shit up (Run it up)
Just chill, be cool
I'm waking em up if that boy wanna snooze
Pack came in get it off by the twos
He tryna run off then he must be a fool
Jah, what it do
Got a bad lil vibe tryna find out the move
Been drippin since school, playa ass young nigga break all the rules
Been drippin, since a kid sometimes I repent for the shit i done did
Big backwood yall shit too thin
Got the pack at 7 got it off by 10 (Got it off)
Cant fold, won't bend, you say you my brother but you not my kin (At all)
And my pockets, big ben, I don't wanna f*ck unless she bring a friend (Haa)
I don't wanna f*ck unless she bring her sister
She sucked on my dick and you went back and kissed her
If u sit in that pocket I swear we gone blitz ya
Bullets hit you leave yo body with blisters
Bitch I'm the coach but I never could pick you
She blow on my dick so I don't need a whistle
If you want some smoke I'm pressin the issue
You say you the bomb, I must be a missle
Young Jah blow this bitch up like ka-boom
After I f*ck kick the bitch out the room (Get out)
Been drippin, since the womb
Got so much paper should be in a tomb (A mummy)
You do not get it cause you not in tune
Shouts out to Quise and shouts out my boy Tune
I just hop in the whip and that bitch going vroom
She wanna get in cause she think that I'm cool (Yea)
She think dat im cooler (Im cooler) I might bust yo medulla
My brother stay with them tools, I call him a tooler
No you niggas can not fool us, Just do yall we gone do us
Get the back end, go up
I'm with Lil Ant so it's time to po up
He say he a shooter then why he froze up
We dont do that talkin you gotta show us (Show us)
Its up and its stuck
Riding wit Young Jah tryna count up big bucks
Boy you not gang stop testing yo luck
Stay to yourself and run that shit up (Run it up)
Just chill, be cool
I'm waking em up if that boy wanna snooze
Pack came in get it off by the twos
He tryna run off then he must be a fool
Jah, what it do
Got a bad lil vibe tryna find out the move
Been drippin since school, playa ass young nigga break all the rules
Yea, long love rod, f*ck the other side forever its 31 shots to my opps
(Young rich bastards)
Nigga know whats poppin with me
It's High Demand lifestyle though, we just gone get this shit forever
Ooh (Ooh) damn (Damn) ooh (Ooh) damn (Damn)
Better just watch out, them young niggas really gone rock out
In another nigga hood with the fye out
Long live Rod got my heart in a box now
Lost ya life to a sucker but thats part of the street life
Look your mama in the eyes and that shit don't sit right
We was sitting in the spot shooting big dice
Got bros down the road doing big time
Don't know when they coming, just sit tight
I wonder why these niggas don't fist fight, rather pick up a gun that aint real right
Never goin broke, even when I get the whole team straight
Shawty go dumb, get your whole team ate
Dre got the fye, he ready to blitz you
Cap out ya spot we pressing the issue
Get the back end, go up
I'm with Lil Ant so it's time to po up
He say he a shooter then why he froze up
We dont do that talkin you gotta show us
Its up and its stuck
Riding wit Young Jah tryna count up big bucks
Boy you not gang stop testing yo luck
Stay to yourself and run that shit up
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Young Jah - Go Up (feat. Lil Ant) Lyrics
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Get the back end, go up
I'm with Lil Ant so it's time to po up
He say he a shooter then why he froze up
We dont do that talkin you gotta show us (Show us)
Its up and its stuck
Riding wit Young Jah tryna count up big bucks
Boy you not gang stop testing yo luck
Stay to yourself and run that shit up (Run it up)
Just chill, be cool
I'm waking em up if that boy wanna snooze
Pack came in get it off by the twos
He tryna run off then he must be a fool
Jah, what it do
Got a bad lil vibe tryna find out the move
Been drippin since school, playa ass young nigga break all the rules
Been drippin, since a kid sometimes I repent for the shit i done did
Big backwood yall shit too thin
Got the pack at 7 got it off by 10 (Got it off)
Cant fold, won't bend, you say you my brother but you not my kin (At all)
And my pockets, big ben, I don't wanna f*ck unless she bring a friend (Haa)
I don't wanna f*ck unless she bring her sister
She sucked on my dick and you went back and kissed her
If u sit in that pocket I swear we gone blitz ya
Bullets hit you leave yo body with blisters
Bitch I'm the coach but I never could pick you
She blow on my dick so I don't need a whistle
If you want some smoke I'm pressin the issue
You say you the bomb, I must be a missle
Young Jah blow this bitch up like ka-boom
After I f*ck kick the bitch out the room (Get out)
Been drippin, since the womb
Got so much paper should be in a tomb (A mummy)
You do not get it cause you not in tune
Shouts out to Quise and shouts out my boy Tune
I just hop in the whip and that bitch going vroom
She wanna get in cause she think that I'm cool (Yea)
She think dat im cooler (Im cooler) I might bust yo medulla
My brother stay with them tools, I call him a tooler
No you niggas can not fool us, Just do yall we gone do us
Get the back end, go up
I'm with Lil Ant so it's time to po up
He say he a shooter then why he froze up
We dont do that talkin you gotta show us (Show us)
Its up and its stuck
Riding wit Young Jah tryna count up big bucks
Boy you not gang stop testing yo luck
Stay to yourself and run that shit up (Run it up)
Just chill, be cool
I'm waking em up if that boy wanna snooze
Pack came in get it off by the twos
He tryna run off then he must be a fool
Jah, what it do
Got a bad lil vibe tryna find out the move
Been drippin since school, playa ass young nigga break all the rules
Yea, long love rod, f*ck the other side forever its 31 shots to my opps
(Young rich bastards)
Nigga know whats poppin with me
It's High Demand lifestyle though, we just gone get this shit forever
Ooh (Ooh) damn (Damn) ooh (Ooh) damn (Damn)
Better just watch out, them young niggas really gone rock out
In another nigga hood with the fye out
Long live Rod got my heart in a box now
Lost ya life to a sucker but thats part of the street life
Look your mama in the eyes and that shit don't sit right
We was sitting in the spot shooting big dice
Got bros down the road doing big time
Don't know when they coming, just sit tight
I wonder why these niggas don't fist fight, rather pick up a gun that aint real right
Never goin broke, even when I get the whole team straight
Shawty go dumb, get your whole team ate
Dre got the fye, he ready to blitz you
Cap out ya spot we pressing the issue
Get the back end, go up
I'm with Lil Ant so it's time to po up
He say he a shooter then why he froze up
We dont do that talkin you gotta show us
Its up and its stuck
Riding wit Young Jah tryna count up big bucks
Boy you not gang stop testing yo luck
Stay to yourself and run that shit up
I'm with Lil Ant so it's time to po up
He say he a shooter then why he froze up
We dont do that talkin you gotta show us (Show us)
Its up and its stuck
Riding wit Young Jah tryna count up big bucks
Boy you not gang stop testing yo luck
Stay to yourself and run that shit up (Run it up)
Just chill, be cool
I'm waking em up if that boy wanna snooze
Pack came in get it off by the twos
He tryna run off then he must be a fool
Jah, what it do
Got a bad lil vibe tryna find out the move
Been drippin since school, playa ass young nigga break all the rules
Been drippin, since a kid sometimes I repent for the shit i done did
Big backwood yall shit too thin
Got the pack at 7 got it off by 10 (Got it off)
Cant fold, won't bend, you say you my brother but you not my kin (At all)
And my pockets, big ben, I don't wanna f*ck unless she bring a friend (Haa)
I don't wanna f*ck unless she bring her sister
She sucked on my dick and you went back and kissed her
If u sit in that pocket I swear we gone blitz ya
Bullets hit you leave yo body with blisters
Bitch I'm the coach but I never could pick you
She blow on my dick so I don't need a whistle
If you want some smoke I'm pressin the issue
You say you the bomb, I must be a missle
Young Jah blow this bitch up like ka-boom
After I f*ck kick the bitch out the room (Get out)
Been drippin, since the womb
Got so much paper should be in a tomb (A mummy)
You do not get it cause you not in tune
Shouts out to Quise and shouts out my boy Tune
I just hop in the whip and that bitch going vroom
She wanna get in cause she think that I'm cool (Yea)
She think dat im cooler (Im cooler) I might bust yo medulla
My brother stay with them tools, I call him a tooler
No you niggas can not fool us, Just do yall we gone do us
Get the back end, go up
I'm with Lil Ant so it's time to po up
He say he a shooter then why he froze up
We dont do that talkin you gotta show us (Show us)
Its up and its stuck
Riding wit Young Jah tryna count up big bucks
Boy you not gang stop testing yo luck
Stay to yourself and run that shit up (Run it up)
Just chill, be cool
I'm waking em up if that boy wanna snooze
Pack came in get it off by the twos
He tryna run off then he must be a fool
Jah, what it do
Got a bad lil vibe tryna find out the move
Been drippin since school, playa ass young nigga break all the rules
Yea, long love rod, f*ck the other side forever its 31 shots to my opps
(Young rich bastards)
Nigga know whats poppin with me
It's High Demand lifestyle though, we just gone get this shit forever
Ooh (Ooh) damn (Damn) ooh (Ooh) damn (Damn)
Better just watch out, them young niggas really gone rock out
In another nigga hood with the fye out
Long live Rod got my heart in a box now
Lost ya life to a sucker but thats part of the street life
Look your mama in the eyes and that shit don't sit right
We was sitting in the spot shooting big dice
Got bros down the road doing big time
Don't know when they coming, just sit tight
I wonder why these niggas don't fist fight, rather pick up a gun that aint real right
Never goin broke, even when I get the whole team straight
Shawty go dumb, get your whole team ate
Dre got the fye, he ready to blitz you
Cap out ya spot we pressing the issue
Get the back end, go up
I'm with Lil Ant so it's time to po up
He say he a shooter then why he froze up
We dont do that talkin you gotta show us
Its up and its stuck
Riding wit Young Jah tryna count up big bucks
Boy you not gang stop testing yo luck
Stay to yourself and run that shit up
Writer: Jahlil Holder
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid