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Young Thug - I'm Up Album Lyrics



Young Thug - I'm Up Lyrics






F Cancer

Ay f*ck cancer, shout out to Boosie (real spit)
I f*ck your main bitch, I gave her cooties (slime season)
Let's get it (hey)

Get it, all my niggas yeah they with it
'Cause these pussy niggas hatin'
They trying to knock me off my pimpin'
I'm a boss, I call the shots
I leave these pussy niggas missing
And I'm whipping like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, hey
I don't want no brown I want a syrup bottle
I put it down and then she started stalking
Pop all the perky, yeah a halftime
Little mamma pussy soaking, yeah it's bath time

I put a nine inside a two liter
I'ma send her right back because I know you need her
Start about fake shit, I shall call my people
Shout out to rasta niggas, those my people
Put down my strap and used these hands, they evil
Tried to be loyal to these foreigns, but I am a cheater
Got a lot of followers, a perfect leader
I like it icy 'cause I'm not a cheap one
Babe make your booty roll
I got a lot of hundreds, I wanna see that tootsie roll
I got a lot of partners, Falcons like I'm Julio
We done got drunk inside this bitch, I'm Don Julio
We tryna get wet from these bitches, so what you cruising for
My family depend on me, that's who I do it for
Of course I do it for my bitch and for my crew for sure
I do it for my jeweler, my ice off a f*cking boat
You know the routine, little bitch, I'm private
Little bitch I'm hot, like I'm a Taki
I knock it out, pussy, just like I'm Rocky
I got a bunch of wings surrounding my body

Get it, all my niggas yeah they with it
'Cause these pussy niggas hatin'
They trying to knock me off my pimpin'
I'm a boss, I call the shots
I leave these pussy niggas missing
And I'm whipping like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, hey (Bitch)
I don't want no brown I want a syrup bottle
I put it down and then she started stalking
Pop all the perky, yeah, a halftime
Little mamma pussy soaking, yeah it's bath time

Okay it's bath time, just like a birdie
I cop a foreign (skrrt), I pull off skirting (skrrt!)
Bitch is you worth it, you make me nervous
You rock them Chrome Hearts, you looking nerdy (oh my god)
This ain't no fish grease, but this that fishscale
I let little mama be, I keep her good and well
Bitch I'm a OG, I don't play that tattletale
By the time you dress me out, I'ma be in that Maybach
I smoke that cookie dough, I drink that Actavis
My life a video, I'mma let you caption it
Energizer Bunny, you see these carats, ho
I'm Rey Mysterio, my life on HBO
They didn't want me f*ck none
Now they want to suck some, and f*ck some
YSL ain't gonna cuff 'em, we f*ck some
Then we go and do another one (woo-woo-woo)
Yeah we go and do another one, son
I got my gun, you better run, run, run
You know I got bread like a croissant, son
I get 'em stuck up for a honey bun, yeah, yeah

I put ice in all my watches, came in in Versace
Perky, gas, molly, trappin', we got plenty options
Her pussy water like it's bath time, she wishy washy
And she gon' suck and f*ck me even when the feds watching
I don't f*ck with broke niggas, nah we can't relate
I put water on that white, bitch I call her Ricki Lake
Lil mama she lost in the sauce, she needa get hit with the pause
After I f*ck her she run through the doors
And then I'm rejecting her calls
I threw a pack over the gate to my niggas hiding in the wall
RIP Pistol, RIP Mike, I pour up the lean for y'all
Remember the days I trapped out the bando
I had a thousand dollars
You the same nigga that said I wouldn't make it
I put in a thousand hours

Get it, all my niggas yeah they with it
'Cause these pussy niggas hatin'
They trying to knock me off my pimpin'
I'm a boss, I call the shots
I leave these pussy niggas missing
And I'm whipping like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, hey
I don't want no brown I want a syrup bottle
I put it down and then she started stalking
Pop all the perky, yeah a halftime
Little mamma pussy soaking, yeah it's bath time

Split this perc with me, little bitch you know it's halftime
She wetter than an ocean, yeah it's bath time
Little bitch gon' bring me back some dollar signs
And I'mma let you ride her like a pathfinder
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Writer: Jeffrey Williams, Michael Williams II, Braylin Phillip Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




My Boys

Lil Durk in this motherf*cker, Ralo, gang
Fam, ey where the real niggas at?
You know all the MOB rockin' wit'cha nigga right here
Ya only the real ones, know what I'm sayin'

[Young Thug:]
Hey, them my niggas
Yeah, them my boys
Light him up like he Christmas
If he play with my boys
Yeah, them my dogs, them my boys
Yeah, them my niggas, them my boys
We gon' ball if she get my boys
Yeah, f*ck that bitch if you my boy
Yeah, if you my boys

[Ralo:]
Had a talk with Thug, we was talkin' bout Escobar (Pablo!)
Snitches the only thing a rich nigga stressin' for
Remember we was riding on the motorbus
They'd rob the bank before they think 'bout robbing us
We did this shit ourself, we ain't ask for no help
He'll kill for for real, I'll kill for lil Jeff
So now we got right, these niggas went left
Ridin' 'round with them straps, I ain't talkin' seat belts
I swear to god I'll murk 'em if Thugger say the word
We went from robbing these niggas to selling bricks and birds
They had the nerve to say they don't like me riding with Thug
But at first, they liked to see a friend in clubs

[Young Thug:]
Hey, them my niggas
Yeah, them my boys
Light him up like he Christmas
If he play with my boys
Yeah, them my dogs, them my boys
Yeah, them my niggas, them my boys
We gon' ball if she get my boys
Yeah, f*ck that bitch if you my boy
Yeah, if you my boys

[Lil Durk:]
My niggas turnt, we do it
Play crazy smoke like hookah
Rip LA, what's up Booka
No Metro Boomin, I'm boomin'
One call, they pull up shooting
Smash Brothers said we bool
Roll up some opps and wood
My dogs 'nem, they so cuckoo
Too turnt up for Lil NuNu
My niggas demons voodoo
They facing shit like ooVoo, yeah
Free the gang, we the gang
And the chain made of chain
We insane, keep a Glock
If you strayin', bow-bow
Rob me, nah-nah
.40 match the sawed off
FN take this wall off
Like where is Waldo?
I'm a street nigga, got my brother's help
So f*ck you other niggas if you on some other shit

[Young Thug:]
Hey, them my niggas
Yeah, them my boys
Light him up like he Christmas
If he play with my boys
Yeah, them my dogs, them my boys
Yeah, them my niggas, them my boys
We gon' ball if she get my boys
Yeah, f*ck that bitch if you my boy
Yeah, if you my boys

[Trouble:]
Hundred shots in the daytime if you ever come play with them, my boy
Ain't no shootin' up no random houses, got to get your man, you got to kill that boy
Free Tre, one of the first niggas to ever put me in that field, my boy
Took cases be just, my boy
Police chasin', we juuged my boy
Godfather, you know that ain't a question
How we rock ain't a question
Y'all still f*cking around and got a fresh seven
Man this shit kinda hectic
Painful living, growing up missing daddy
Sister making it better
Why I be there any time that she need me
Cause I know that she had me
In and out, but I didn't know my daddy
[?] woods, on some shit rated savage
Yeah, just a project nigga, ain't never had shit
Young [?] if you hit me, get nasty, pussy

[Young Thug:]
Hey, them my niggas
Yeah, them my boys
Light him up like he Christmas
If he play with my boys
Yeah, them my dogs, them my boys
Yeah, them my niggas, them my boys
We gon' ball if she get my boys
Yeah, f*ck that bitch if you my boy
Yeah, if you my boys

Met that bitch when I was in elementary
Man them my niggas before elementary
They been my niggas ever since elementary
I swung on his teacher 'bout him, yeah in elementary
Stop all the killing and let's go get it
When you buy you a Bentley, you know you rich
Me and Ralo, we like Ace Boogie and Mitch
He was broke now his shit lit up like he hit a lick
Lil bitch, slob on the dick
Lil bitty bitch, my diamonds gon' glisten
It's YSL, and Ferragamo shit
Lil Durk with me, tonight we throw the racks on the bitch

Hey, them my niggas
Yeah, them my boys
Light him up like he Christmas
If he play with my boys
Yeah, them my dogs, them my boys
Yeah, them my niggas, them my boys
We gon' ball if she get my boys
Yeah, f*ck that bitch if you my boy
Yeah, if you my boys
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Writer: Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Durk D. Banks, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Ultra Tunes, GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC




For My People

[Intro - Young Thug:]
56 hundred for the Cartier
YSL shit, know what I'm sayin?
Me and Lil Duke
Aye lil' boo, who are you?

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I put it down for my people
Ready to die for my people
We multiply with the people
Have a shootout for my people
We gon' take lives for these people
We gon' fly high like an eagle
I sold them hunnas and eagles
I know that bitch and mistreat 'em (thugger!)
Beat up that pussy, no nerve in it
Bitch say she straight like a perm in it
Bentley Spur with the curtain missin'
Bentley Spur with the curtain missin'
Pussy clean, ain't no germs in it
My pocket, it look like a book with the worm in it

[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
I woke up, I prayed and I'm hustlin'
I roll up, I pull up with shorty
I pour up a four of the muddy
I pour up a four of the muddy
I lean, I lean on my luggage
Got Aquafina, it's nothin'
I f*cked that bitch while in London
I beat that bitch like I'm London
I put in work for my people
You say you not broke, but me either
Man I'm gettin' so fly like a seagull
And I'm ready to die for my people
Bitch I'm a zoo, not a zebra
I cook up the dope and no ether
Old school, it sound like a beeper
We not gon' let you mistreat 'em
Bitch I'm the shit, f*ck a toilet
If you can't stand him then seat him
Run up a check and I'm glory
Farrakhan, me, I'm a leader
I was just smokin' on doja
F*ck niggas trick 'em and treat 'em
Pour up a four in a 40
We drop a four in a liter
I pour up a four while he cook up the blow
I just f*cked your hoe, pussy nigga you know
I just got the blow and it came off the boat
Got racks inside my skinny jeans and they pokin'
No hokey, no pokey, f*ck nigga you're broke as shit
I heard that you tote it, I heard that you wrote it
I heard that they pay you to watchin' your focus

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I put it down for my people
Ready to die for my people
We multiply with the people
Have a shootout for my people
We gon' take lives for these people
We gon' fly high like an eagle
I sold them hunnas and eagles
I know that bitches mistreat 'em
Beat up that pussy, no nerve in it
Bitch say she straight like a perm in it
Bentley Spur with the curtain missin'
Bentley Spur with the curtain missin'
Pussy clean, ain't no germs in it
My pocket, it look like a book with the worm in it

[Verse 2 - Young Thug + Duke:]
Lil Duke insisted
Thot bitch, she crippin'
Play with me, he trippin'
They find your ass missin'
We built like relentless
Pull up to shows in them Bentleys
Choppa go right for your kidneys
I'll prolly be f*ckin' your mistress
I swear this one hell of a feelin'
I swear this one hell of a livin'
I drink on the Act all day
I got a hell of a kidney
I swear that they know that these niggas ain't scarin' me
YSL on, bangin' that 'til they bury me
These niggas fake and they're fairies, they're tellin' me
We some young veterans dodgin' the federal, settled
I whip up that white like she work, I'm the chef
I know a few niggas just waitin' on my death
Bitch I'm Sudan, I got planes on my steps
Y'all bitches, you know we in here
Got bitches on bitches, you know we in here
Yeah, we make it snow in the VIP
Gats on our hips and we totin' in here
Racks in my pocket, they know what it is

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I put it down for my people
Ready to die for my people
We multiply with the people
Have a shootout for my people
We gon' take lives for these people
We gon' fly high like an eagle
I sold them hunnas and eagles
I know that bitches mistreat 'em
Beat up that pussy, no nerve in it
Bitch say she straight like a perm in it
Bentley Spur with the curtain missin'
Bentley Spur with the curtain missin'
Pussy clean, ain't no germs in it
My pocket, it look like a book with the worm in it
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Writer: Jeffrey Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




King Troup

I just asked God why he called for Troup
When it's time to ride, if you love 'em, nigga, prove it
You know all your lil' niggas gon' shoot shit up for you
I thought I seen a ghost because your son look like you fool
King Troup

[Hook:]
Action
I hop out, I'm dabbin'
My old lady classy
We onto this fashion
My coupe sit on dabs
Hop out with a bad bitch
My faculty braggin'
My briefs, they high fashion
She naked, I walk through the door
I promise, I promise she know
I pour up a four and got more
I'm cold as the North f*ckin' Pole
I came a long way from the stove
I hop in the foreign, go slow
Iced out, ain't no time in it, oh

I just beat the case
I hopped out the Benz
I just f*cked some twins
Had the jewelry in
I hopped out again
Pulled up in the Range
Got drank in my cup
Like I'm Kirko Bangz
From ashy to classy
Keep up with my ice and my fashion
I take care of my kid with a passion
I pray to God that they stay happy
Lil Roscoe, he sleep where it's nasty
They could've freed him cause he grew up with no daddy
But instead they took advantage and did him badly
Ain't give no f*cks cause we were saddened
Gotta camera from the club and that's all they had
They also knew that lil' nigga didn't have a wagon
(Free the Goat)
Damn

[Hook:]
Action
I hop out, I'm dabbin'
My old lady classy
We onto this fashion
My coupe sit on dabs
Hop out with a bad bitch
My faculty braggin'
My briefs, they high fashion
She naked, I walk through the door
I promise, I promise she know
I pour up a four and got more
I'm cold as the North f*ckin' Pole
I came a long way from the stove
I hop in the foreign, go slow
Iced out, ain't no time in it, oh

Stop it, stop the killin'
We, we get millions
We together, get the cheddar (get them racks)
F*ck them niggas, keep a Beretta
Let 'em have it
Ask God for forgiveness for them babies
You know Slimes with it, baby, baby
Stack them racks up to the ceiling, hey, hey
F*ck you a nigga's old lady
Keep 'em mad and that's how you know you doin' good
Keep embarrassin' them with racks that look like books
I'm so finished, with these bitches
I need me a real one, I need commitment, where ya at?

[Hook:]
Action
I hop out, I'm dabbin'
My old lady classy
We onto this fashion
My coupe sit on dabs
Hop out with a bad bitch
My faculty braggin'
My briefs, they high fashion (Versace)
She naked, I walk through the door
I promise, I promise she know
I pour up a four and got more
I'm cold as the North f*ckin' Pole
I came a long way from the stove
I hop in the foreign, go slow
Iced out, ain't no time in it, oh

She know it, she know it
She know it, she know it
She know it, she know it
She know it, yeah she know it
She know it
She know it
She know it, know it, know it, know it, know it, know it
King Troup
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Writer: Jeffrey Williams, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Ridin

Hey, yeah
Thugger
I'm just gonna go all the way street with it, you know what I'm saying
'Cause I got a real street nigga with me, you know what I'm saying
So answer my question

Is you riding for the case you know?
Is you down bout the case you know?
Stay down with the case, you know
Bumping ashes and evasive folks
I'm riding for the cops you know
I'm riding with my dogs you know
If you don't want to go oh
Just know you a pussy ass nigga for sure
For sure
Pull up to the block and then wet it up
Pull up to your property, wet it up
My bitches said he down so he gon' wet it up
Your bitches need to come and get wetted up
These bitches seen this swag and they sweated up
These bitches see this ice, they get wetted up
You bumbaclot, you know we ain't scared of you
You know just what we at on the regular

I was just was chilling today
I was just relaxing today
I just made a bitty bitty k
I was just chilling today
I'm just tryna dodge the cops
Spent my last 50 bands on a watch
Nigga playing I'ma laugh on the spot
Ho I can make you look like an ametuer tonight
I can f*ck a bitch on a bus like she Rosa Parks
Nigga's diamonds soaking wet, yours dark
Keep me out it baby, that between y'all
F*ck her bad like I'm tryna catch a charge
F*ck her fast like I'm tryna catch a charge
Yeah, play with me in broad nigga, I'ma shoot a motherf*cker in their yard
That nigga need a bird, call Tyrone
Yeah, I'ma f*ck your bitch while you all gone
Yeah you all gone, but the dog home
And the panties that your daughter don't have on
She gon' get what she wants, temper tantrum
Every freezin' diamond she got ain't no silicone
I'm a gangster, I was hanging at a killer's home
And my girl kinda crazy so tell me

Is you riding for the case you know?
Is you down bout the case you know?
Stay down with the case, you know
Bumping ashes and evasive folks
I'm riding for the cops you know
I'm riding with my dogs you know
If you don't want to go oh
Just know you a pussy ass nigga for sure
For sure
Pull up to the block and then wet it up
Pull up to your property, wet it up
My bitches said he down so he gon' wet it up
Your bitches need to come and just wet me up
These bitches seen this swag and they sweated up
These bitches see this ice, they get wetted up
You bumbaclot, you know we ain't scared of you
You know just what we at on the regular

I just mixed the perc with some molly
Nigga I'm in back of the back
In your club and you show up strapped
Pussy, I ain't even know that you rap
Shooters gon' pull up in that whack shit, yeah
Drive by and start an exit, yeah
Dump the whole clip in my ex-bitch, yeah
Eat the pussy [?] on some fat shit, yeah
Put a case on that pussy 'cause I'ma smash it
If I eat it she gotta be a Kardashian
Police pulling us over, she gon' stash it
And I know she ain't gon' say shit
Any rapper in the city I don't play with
Any time I pull up in broad day shit
Call my shooters from the go and they gon' spray shit
Now she want to f*ck me now, I got a waitlist
Told the judge I'm [?] from probation
And I got to get this money on vacation
Verified in the streets, f*ck a placement
Put this 40 in his face, rearrange shit
I ain't got time, I got [?]
Me and Thug pulling up, I'm with Slime
That's a fake ass Rolex, boy you wasting time
I don't know about yours but I'm chasing mine

Is you riding for the case you know?
Is you down bout the case you know?
Stay down with the case, you know
Bumping ashes and evasive folks
I'm riding for the cops you know
I'm riding with my dogs you know
If you don't want to go oh
Just know you a pussy ass nigga for sure
For sure
Pull up to the block and then wet it up
Pull up to your property, wet it up
My bitches said he down so he gon' wet it up
Your bitches need to come and just wet me up
These bitches seen this swag and they sweated up
These bitches see this ice, they get wetted up
You bumbaclot, you know we ain't scared of you
You know just what we at on the regular
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Writer: Wesley Tyler Glass, Durk D. Banks, Jeffery Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Ultra Tunes, NEWWRITERS MUSIC




Hercules

[Intro:]
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Metro!
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
And what?
Metro Booming want some more, nigga

[Chorus:]
Sick
Shoot him in his back like Ricky but not Slick
Spent like 7 bands on a tri-colored pit
All my signs red like a stop, nigga no pit
Blow the purple, nigga, high like f*cking martians, woah
In a foreign, yesterday I was just walking, woah
Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, woah
All red dickies suit, I'm riding down Slauson, woah
Hercu-Hercules
Hercu-Hercules
Hercu-Hercules
Hercu-Hercules

[Verse 1:]
I smoke gas, that's that Hercules, strong marijuana
She looked at him, oh now she watching me
Bitch I'm speeding to that guapanese
I was stacking money up, no, I can't forget the T
Drop the top, shoot birds at the officers
F*ck them boys, they costing us, they stalking us
They know they old lady not running, they'll fall for us
We so tired of taking loses, ain't no more chalking up
I swear, I promise
YSL on ape and they donkeys
These niggas pointless
They want me
I'm still a stoner, mac and cheese on me
These niggas clone me, I'm full, but I'm still hungry
Hey when the click clock, I'll make your bitch stop
Ice Inside my tick tock, cookies, no
I just bought a Cuban link, flooded with big rocks
Bitches trying to juug at me? Well, I gotta get us up, woah shit

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Okay first of all, I was doing this shit fore I was rich
I don't care at all, I'll go do a dolphin for my clique
F*ck your conference call, pull up with a check and get my seed
Double D, you dig? No firework, it was lit
If there's a f*ck nigga was hating on me
They took ya life and I know some f*ck niggas waiting on it
I grab that TEC, I grab that 40 and the F&N
Then we pulled up and hit the spot, yeah we laid it on em
Anaconda, we on that slime stuff, here to remind ya
F*cked your old lady, she wasn't fly enough
YSL, we shining, let her stand behind us
Yeah my crew we rock, rock, baby you can climb us
I call my migo, migo come and let me juug through the city
He stuffed a burrito and he let em fly right to me
Bitches call me Casino cause I let em ride round the city
She want bingo kilo no sweat, now she can ride in a Bentley

[Chorus]
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Writer: Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Leland Tyler Wayne
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Special

I feel special, I feel special
Look at my wrist, fingers, ears, look at my neck glow
I feel special, I feel special
Check out my bitch, check out my peers, keep 'em extra
Keep 'em fresh, my diamonds a massive mess
She said she not going for that
She keep on her Smith & Wesson
She keep it so confidential
She'll erase you with a pencil
My diamonds they got way bigger
I bought me a tiger (Tigger)

My diamonds they shine of course
F*ck her with a charlie horse
Pull up let Lil' Dolly bust
Four fives in them Cali cups
My cars all like Need for Speed
My feet on some Mickey D's
He clutching he acting crazy
She want Lil' Lucci to leave
I told her he can not go
He got to stay with me with 44s
My forgis on top like rollercoast
These f*ck niggas load up slower than Rollie-pollies
DJ Sky flying higher
YSL never tell no choir
She want to f*ck on my [?]
I'm ninja lil' nigga
Tell 'em or tell something
Walking in with bands on us
Big B but Channel on us
Laced up with some Ls on us
Motherf*cker go crazy drop down we still on him
And I really, really, really can't tell prepare for jail on 'em

I feel special, I feel special
Look at my wrist, fingers, ears, look at my neck glow
I feel special, I feel special
Check out my bitch, check out my peers, keep 'em extra
Keep 'em fresh, my diamonds a massive mess
She said she not going for that
She keep on her Smith & Wesson
She keep it so confidential
She'll erase you with a pencil
My diamonds they got way bigger
I bought me a tiger [?]

Pull up in a Tesla, even that shit don't impress her
My swagger on special
You cuffin' that hoe trying to wrestle
She on her knees like she want me to bless her
I try to get in her drawer like a dresser
I f*ck that bitch like I'm trying to impress her
Look, shout out to Thugger
'Cause bitch I'm a thug and they know I'm covered
He blood like we brothers
You niggas ain't tough you f*ck one up we gon' [?]
Balling on them like the [?]
Lollipops you niggas suckers
Keep that MC Hammer you can't touch us
My swagger mean as a jerk
I'm popping tags like they percs
My bitch ain't bad she the worst
One of her best half a bird
Pull out that Audemar my diamonds water water you would think that I could surf
I'm the same nigga had to work
And I serve a nigga like [?]

I feel special, I feel special
Look at my wrist, finger, ears, look at my neck glow
I feel special, I feel special
Check out my bitch, check out my peers, keep 'em extra
Keep 'em fresh, my diamonds massive mess
She said she not going for that
She keep on her Smith & Wesson
She keep it so confidential
She'll erase you with a pencil
My diamonds they got way bigger
I bought me a tiger [?]

I got a K and its special just like its a cereal
I'm looking down on your peasants because I'm the king and I'm the superior
You know I got shooters on top of the roof and you think that I'm playing I'm serious
I'm on them percocets and vicodins
I'm adding the money not minusing
I got a bad bitch look like Kylie Jenner
Its a millionaire club and you not a member
We slaying your hoe put that dick up in her
Don't try me lil' nigga I recommend it
Fifty thousand for the Audemar Piguet
You think about robbing nigga better abort the mission like you killing children
Cause I got that semi Grinch throw Christmas and my shooter through your chimney
She f*cked the star and tried to keep the condom
I f*cked that hoe after hours like a [?]
Coca coca coming from Tijuana
My wrists is sick sometimes I want to vomit
Got that pump in my truck I ain't talking about Donald
I want an island bitch, come here, Rihanna
I got out of jail screaming, "F*ck you, your honor!"

I feel special, I feel special
Look at my wrist, fingers, ears, look at my neck glow
I feel special, I feel special
Check out my bitch, check out my peers, keep 'em extra
Keep 'em fresh, my diamonds a massive mess
She said she not going for that
She keep on her Smith & Wesson
She keep it so confidential
She'll erase you with a pencil
My diamonds they got way bigger
I bought me a tiger [?]
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Writer: Jeffrey Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Bread Winners

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I know that I'm making a killing
My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin
AP bitch, I'm all bout them Benji's
I come through there fresh like John Lennon
My wrist a haircut, I'm not kidding
They dig all the shit that I'm kicking
I just bought my bitch some new titties
You take out these pictures, you bogus
We gon' turn your ass until you tollin'
We gon' ice your ass down 'til you folded
Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice
Nigga jewelry water, need to float it
Make some bad bitches f*ck my brody
I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle
They got lots of bread, I'ma call Butta

[Verse 1 - Young Butta:]
Three chopsticks, I paid a stack for it
They run me through, I probably got warrants
In the back of the Bach, uh
Burning OG out of Backwoods
I just dancing diamonds, racing Balmain
Lots of fakes allergic to seafood and serve for decoration
Lobster never tasted
Missed Thanksgiving, I was in Miami
I was on ocean, I was on vacation
In the best speed, 120 racing
AP on the right, shit was like the Matrix
In and out of lanes, weaving in the spaceship
I'm flexing, got muscle like Popeye
But fighter [?] that is not I
I'm [?] go tell the roof bye bye
Then remove the lid at the stoplight
With my side bitches at Benihana's
Brung her sister, her bestie, her mama
Told 'em tab is on me, yeah I got 'em
And I pay the bill all in new hundreds
Now that is real colorful money
Spikes on me, they drip at the bottom
She want Thug, and her friend is a toss up

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I know that I'm making a killing
My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin
AP bitch, I'm all bout them Benji's
I come through there fresh like John Lennon
My wrist a haircut, I'm not kidding
They dig all the shit that I'm kicking
I just bought my bitch some new titties
You take out these pictures, you bogus
We gon' turn your ass until you tollin'
We gon' ice your ass down 'til you folded
Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice
Nigga jewelry water, need to float it
Make some bad bitches f*ck my brody
I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle
They got lots of bread, I'ma call Butta

[Verse 2 - Young Thug:]
She say she want a cat
So I went bought a Jag
And it match in the back
Make these bitches look sad
I just dyed my hair grey
Like a motherf*cking dad
And you know that we feastin'
I just couldn't get fat
Mind f*ck 'em when I speak
Take the Farrakhan notes
My rock wrist is on gold
Like the new Audi spokes
Niggas scared to they soul
When I pull up with folks
I'ma take out the trojans
Put it right in her throat
And you know I stay with them AKs and I should've caught 'em
Mind f*ck 'em, he shouldn't have played 'bout the butta
I only play inside the cover
Like a kid I make them play with each other
And I'm ridin' round with a real bad bitch
Oops I meant girl, cover

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I know that I'm making a killing
My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin
AP bitch, I'm all bout them Benji's
I come through there fresh like John Lennon
My wrist a haircut, I'm not kidding
They dig all the shit that I'm kicking
I just bought my bitch some new titties
You take out these pictures, you bogus
We gon' turn your ass until you tollin'
We gon' ice your ass down 'til you folded
Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice
Nigga jewelry water, need to float it
Make some bad bitches f*ck my brody
I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle
They got lots of bread, I'ma call Butta

I know that I'm making a killing
My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin
AP bitch, I'm all bout them Benji's
I come through fresh like John Lennon
My wrist a haircut, I'm not kidding
They dig all the shit that I'm kicking
I just bought my bitch some new titties
You take out these pictures, you bogus
We gon' turn your ass until you tollin'
We gon' ice your ass down 'til you folded
Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice
Nigga jewelry water, need to float it
Make some bad bitches f*ck my brody
I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle
They got lots of bread, I'm-
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jeffrey Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Family

(I'm like woo, yeah)
Yeah Dora in this moteherf*cker with me
(I'm like woo, yeah)
We just gon' ride the beat
Nothing major
(I'm like woo, yeah)
It look like some, you know
(I'm like woo, yeah)
You know what I'm saying?
You know what I'm saying?

Got lil Dolly on the side of me
(Watch this shit)
We finna to aim at your f*ckin' teeth
(We doing shit)
If you ain't 'bout it then you f*ckin' weak
Do what you do, don't f*ck with me
(Dont f*ck with me)
AK's and them choppers on my seat
(They on the seat)
Pull up, skrrt, skrrt, excuse me
Everybody know who I be
Lil Dora from that f*ckin' zone three
(Zone three)
Determination, dedication (Slime)
Ain't shit on my brain but f*ckin' motivation (yeah)
I get it from lil' Thugger, you know relations (relations)
Grind, grind, grind, that motivation
(It's my motivation)
I'm like woo, yeah
You know it's motivation
I get it from lil Thugger, grind, grind, motivation
I'm like woo, yeah
You know it's motivation
I get it from lil Thugger, you know that grind, grind, grind

I be grindin' with my sister on the low, yeah
We ain't running that's for sure and you know, yeah
Bitches play with me and Dora, you gon' see, yeah
I ain't playin' with no bitch, I'm in these streets strapped
I been grindin' for some time and I don't got it back
I been grindin' for some time, and that's a fact
Been grindin' all along f*cked up the sack
Been grindin' all along, Thugger gave it back

Like a real nigga, yes sir, yes sir, I gave it back
I ran up me a big bag and I gave her some racks
I pulled up in a new Jag and I hope you don't slack
Mi llamo Papi Cap, I'mma pop your lap
Niggas shinin' like they greased up
F*ck us, please us, don't tease us
Bitch, I'm hot without a teacup
Ice on dollars make the freezer
Whip the cold off the Remy gun
They be tied up this is one-to-one
Hit your finger with my f*cking palm
Let us f*ck, a nigga not horney
Hell no, sleep with me
Give her this wood like a f*ckin' tree
I know you miss me and I'm so humbling
They wanna see these bloods like they cuttin' me
You sure, go sleep with niggas
You'sa connoisseur you can't be with me
Now if you don't need me, you can't be with me
Baby girl, baby girl, if you like beef you can be with me
You not worth a dime, nah
Boy you not like us, you can not be a slime
I was thuggin' on a bus, and you can ask around
I just did a feature then I charged them ninety-nines
'Cause if you got dope then you got hope
Baby pussy wide as a boat
I'mma just tryna stand the applause
And I ran it up and now she know it
And my diamonds flawless like I'm Floyd, yeah

Mothaf*cka Dora and Dolly with me
You know what I'm sayin'
We the clan, you dig what I'm sayin'
It's the real heat right here, you know
And that sound like that gon' do it right there
Nothing more important than family
My motherf*ckin nigga might laugh a million to the bone real shit
Only thing more important than money is family
Do it like, aight same with you, do it with me
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Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes




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I'm Up is the second commercial mixtape by American rapper Young Thug. It was released on February 5, 2016, by 300 Entertainment and Atlantic Records.

The mixtape features guest appearances from Trouble, Ralo, Lil Durk, Lil Duke, Solo Lucci, Young Butta, Quavo, Offset, Dora, and Dolly, with the latter two being Young Thug's sisters.
Performed By: Young Thug
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 38:03
Released: February 5th, 2016
Year: 2016

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