Ybn Nahmir - Up top baby lyrics

On my life, when I up, he gon’ freeze up When it’s cold, I’ma stick with that heat tucked It’s YBN, lil’ n***a get your team up Remember all the days I was broke, now my cheese up Take a-take a L, bounce back on some new s**t Kick a door, bounce out with them blue strips MAC-10 and it came with a tool kit N***a try me, on my life, I’ma use it I’m a Up Top Baby, give a f**k about a white scale And I ain’t sugar-coatin’ s**t, this my lifestyle Up the chop’, let it blow at a big crowd Now they see me on the news and they like, “wow” Sike naw, let me chill, I’m a smooth n***a But I still bounce out with that tool, n***a You know I keep that rocket in my Trues, n***a With YG, you be dippin’ with them Ru’ n***as Real bad b***h and she s**in’ on my d**k And you really think I’m trippin’, if you think I eat the clit Ayy, ayy, lil’ n***a I’m the s**t What the f**k I look like tryna eat out a b***h? Ayy If my brother get to trippin’, then I’m trippin’ too If my n***a say he slidin’, then I’m slidin’ too Hit a block, double back, we done hit a few Bullets hot so they can melt ’em like a f**in’ cube n***as know If I up it, I’ma let that s**t go Bounce out with poles (bouncin’ out, n***a) If a n***a want smoke, he get smoked n***as know If I up it, I’ma let that s**t go (let it go, n***a) Bounce out with poles (bouncin’ out, n***a) If a n***a want smoke, he get smoked If I ever go broke, I’ma get it out your b***h If I ever go down, guaranteed that won’t stick Stitched lips, dumb clips, I’ll eat a lil’ b***h First off, free .. in this b***h Shout out that n***a Mozzy, know I’m f**in’ with the gangland Shooter gang, b***h, Deuce Jojo let that thing blast Know that four ton fizzy left a n***a with a red tan Hollow tips shootin’ out the clip like he Plankton Plankton, Plankton, Plankton Big choppers, hella clips, knock a b***h down Glizzy hella geekin’ he rock out with them Glocks out N***a snitchin’, he got popped right when we found out New Rollie on my wrist, cop a chain in this b***h Knock a b***h n***a down when I’m dumpin’ the clip Thuggin’ hella extra, while a n***a up in that mix And the turf never lackin’, b***h you know I keep a stick Never duckin’ no smoke and I put that on the dead homies N***a run up, catch a shot with your main homie Fruity lil’ b***h and that b***h go insane on me Better duck your taco when we slidin’ in that Range, homie On my life, on my mama I’ll bust that When I get paid I bet I’ll cop that Cadillac You n***as broke and you still shop at .. And if I think you feelin’ iggy I’ma push you back n***as know If I up it, I’ma let that s**t go Bounce out with poles (bouncin’ out, n***a) If a n***a want smoke, he get smoked n***as know If I up it, I’ma let that s**t go Bounce out with poles (bouncin’ out, n***a) If a n***a want smoke, he get smokeddd.