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Get Up On It Video (MV)




Performed By: YTB Fatt
From Album: On Zai
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: Cavon Paige, Matthew Taylor
Year: 2024




YTB Fatt - Get Up On It Lyrics
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(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Huh, psh, woo
Uh, woo
Uh, psh, ah

Hear another fed on his ass, he use a beeper
He run by minutes
He don't even trust nobody, no lie, the young nigga only have a street sweepers, woo
The last pack came through was extra, he don't know the sender back a keeper, psh
Last nigga played with him sent a Tesla, drop top 'Vette how we leavin', woo
You a killer, he gon' greet you
You shoot me, I shoot you, off top, get even, psh
I make a hundred a week, psh, I remember totin' a BB, psh
Can't compare your story like mine, 'member they whacked my TT, psh
You ain't seen half the shit I saw, 'member comin' home watchin' TV, psh
He was a hundred deep, but on road half of 'em locked, uh, psh
Yeah, they don't even talk on the phone no more 'cause cops, uh, psh, uh
Last nigga play, y'all knock out his socks, psh
He got motion, for real, that young nigga forget half the shit that he bought, woo
You play with him, goin' to God
They'll smoke you, never talk cops with his opps, woo
He found the worst of the worst, psh, still pinchin' in them stolen cars
Never geeked up as killers, psh, imagine what that do on bars, psh
I never cared how they used to treat him, that nigga plate never gon' starve, woo
Pussy, that's from the heart
I mean it, psh
They never seen me in here, bitch, I went large, woo
He never pulled a fraud, psh, he rich, he don't hop in cars
What else? He rich, he don't get on feet, psh
How he do a pay for the job? Psh
Never forget where I came from, nigga, that's how you get robbed, pussy
Never said he ain't saw it
You ain't know it, my new name, Fatt Fox the God

Get up on it, uh, psh, uh
Get on it, woo, psh, uh
Get on it, uh

I'm from where, they back-doorin' they homies, psh
Where I'm from, you got opponents
Where I'm from, if it burn when you piss, you better book an appointment
Where I'm from, they pullin' up, dumpin'
Where I'm from, they'll bust your pumpkins
I'm from a land of gold diggin' bitches, you go to sleep, hide your money
Taz hit it straight off his side
Where I'm from, where you drop that cheese, they comin'
I really seen that shit, on my mama
Now it don't take nothin' much, give 'em fifteen hundred

Get up on it, uh, psh, uh
Get up on it, woo
If they drop that shit right now, they gon' get up on it, uh
Psh, get up on it, uh
If they get your location, he gon' get up on it, uh
Psh, huh, get up on it, uh
Uh, psh, get up on it, uh
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(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Huh, psh, woo
Uh, woo
Uh, psh, ah

Hear another fed on his ass, he use a beeper
He run by minutes
He don't even trust nobody, no lie, the young nigga only have a street sweepers, woo
The last pack came through was extra, he don't know the sender back a keeper, psh
Last nigga played with him sent a Tesla, drop top 'Vette how we leavin', woo
You a killer, he gon' greet you
You shoot me, I shoot you, off top, get even, psh
I make a hundred a week, psh, I remember totin' a BB, psh
Can't compare your story like mine, 'member they whacked my TT, psh
You ain't seen half the shit I saw, 'member comin' home watchin' TV, psh
He was a hundred deep, but on road half of 'em locked, uh, psh
Yeah, they don't even talk on the phone no more 'cause cops, uh, psh, uh
Last nigga play, y'all knock out his socks, psh
He got motion, for real, that young nigga forget half the shit that he bought, woo
You play with him, goin' to God
They'll smoke you, never talk cops with his opps, woo
He found the worst of the worst, psh, still pinchin' in them stolen cars
Never geeked up as killers, psh, imagine what that do on bars, psh
I never cared how they used to treat him, that nigga plate never gon' starve, woo
Pussy, that's from the heart
I mean it, psh
They never seen me in here, bitch, I went large, woo
He never pulled a fraud, psh, he rich, he don't hop in cars
What else? He rich, he don't get on feet, psh
How he do a pay for the job? Psh
Never forget where I came from, nigga, that's how you get robbed, pussy
Never said he ain't saw it
You ain't know it, my new name, Fatt Fox the God

Get up on it, uh, psh, uh
Get on it, woo, psh, uh
Get on it, uh

I'm from where, they back-doorin' they homies, psh
Where I'm from, you got opponents
Where I'm from, if it burn when you piss, you better book an appointment
Where I'm from, they pullin' up, dumpin'
Where I'm from, they'll bust your pumpkins
I'm from a land of gold diggin' bitches, you go to sleep, hide your money
Taz hit it straight off his side
Where I'm from, where you drop that cheese, they comin'
I really seen that shit, on my mama
Now it don't take nothin' much, give 'em fifteen hundred

Get up on it, uh, psh, uh
Get up on it, woo
If they drop that shit right now, they gon' get up on it, uh
Psh, get up on it, uh
If they get your location, he gon' get up on it, uh
Psh, huh, get up on it, uh
Uh, psh, get up on it, uh
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Writer: Cavon Paige, Matthew Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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