Yungstaxx - Be Up Lyrics

I stack the cheese up
Me and my niggas can't wait till we be up
I be like yeah
I just pulled up in a beamer I came from the dealer
She gon bless me up
Bad lil bitch she from DR
She got some D-cups
She came to the crib and I told her be silent
But I turned that bitch to a screamer
Back in the crib
Yeah back as a jit
Remember I ain't know what a piece was
I'm tryna get lit with bitches
I bring me a bottle, I tell her pour me up
Yeah we so fly, these niggas be hating
I guess these niggas tryna be us
These bitches don't satisfy me, I'm too picky
I'm tryna get me an Aaliyah
No you can't play with gang
Ask the last niggas, them niggas got beat up
Know imma make a milly off this music so what imma need a degree for
Me and my niggas try winning the game
Fourth quarter my niggas gon D-up
I pass the rock to my homie
My niggas some ballers, my niggas gon T-up
King of this shit like I'm T.I.
Gotta keep you a stick when you be out
I got a bitch said she wanna vibe
Put her on her back I told her keep it quiet
Im with a baddie, we up in the tropics
She touching her toes for the summer time
Yeah I got the drip on the feet when I'm stepping out
Know I'm making the summer fly
Yeah, yeah
Know I go crazy bout my dough
We living pool side uh huh
We vibe in the moonlight uh huh
She on my body, she licking it clean
My bitch she so dirty oh, no soap
I'm just like boom woah
She wanna fuck in a two door
Yeah
I got a new rolls
She got some friends, bring a few more
They can't catch up moving too slow
I got the racks coming up from the floor
She wanna call on my phone I ignore
I stay with a hammer I feel like I'm Thor
My bitch she expensive, want Gucci, Dior
Give her some racks she gon run up the store
Yeah
Send me that cashapp give her racks like a donor
She getting jelly over all my hoes but I fill her up like a doughnut
Hotbox the V I can't walk in the spot cus they gon say sum bout my odor
And she say she don't wanna play no more games
I play with her like a controller
I beat it up misdemeanor
Way I lick it up you know I Mr. Clean her
She love that Starbucks, I turned her to a creamer
Can't show no more love my heart in the freezer
Having mood swings but I been the meanest
On that break fast, Imma Jimmy Dean it
Shopaholic nigga yeah I be at Neiman's
Drop a bag on that Gucci when I see it
Yeah
Baller I play for the Red Sox
Exclusive shit on so you know they be deadstock
We can compete nigga yeah what you best at
These niggas ain't shit yea these niggas on deadlock
In love with the money, we tied, we in wedlock
Always complaining don't care what you text bout
Know that imma bouta blow up like the death star
Going so hard for some days need a rest stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I start a movement
I get my money long just like I'm Uzi
Stacking up checks man I just gotta do it
Can't fuck with that bitch man that bitch too confusing
My bro he an addict, them percs he consume it
I got a whole lotta racks in my Ksubi's
I put my soul and my heart in my music
I stack the cheese up
Me and my niggas can't wait till we be up
I be like yeah
I just pulled up in a beamer I came from the dealer
She gon bless me up
Bad lil bitch she from DR
She got some D-cups
She came to the crib and I told her be silent
But I turned that bitch to a screamer
Back in the crib
Yeah back as a jit
Remember I ain't know what a piece was
I'm tryna get lit with bitches
I bring me a bottle, I tell her pour me up
Yeah we so fly, these niggas be hating
I guess these niggas tryna be us
These bitches don't satisfy me, I'm too picky
I'm tryna get me an Aaliyah
No you can't play with gang
Ask the last niggas, them niggas got beat up
Know imma make a milly off this music so what imma need a degree for
Me and my niggas try winning the game
Fourth quarter my niggas gon D-up
I pass the rock to my nigga
My niggas some ballers, my niggas gon T-up

I stack the cheese up
Me and my niggas can't wait till we be up
I be like yeah
I just pulled up in a beamer I came from the dealer
She gon bless me up
Bad lil bitch she from DR
She got some D-cups
She came to the crib and I told her be silent
But I turned that bitch to a screamer
Back in the crib
Yeah back as a jit
Remember I ain't know what a piece was
I'm tryna get lit with bitches
I bring me a bottle, I tell her pour me up
Yeah we so fly, these niggas be hating
I guess these niggas tryna be us
These bitches don't satisfy me, I'm too picky
I'm tryna get me an Aaliyah
No you can't play with gang
Ask the last niggas, them niggas got beat up
Know imma make a milly off this music so what imma need a degree for
Me and my niggas try winning the game
Fourth quarter my niggas gon D-up
I pass the rock to my homie
My niggas some ballers, my niggas gon T-up
King of this shit like I'm T.I.
Gotta keep you a stick when you be out
I got a bitch said she wanna vibe
Put her on her back I told her keep it quiet
Im with a baddie, we up in the tropics
She touching her toes for the summer time
Yeah I got the drip on the feet when I'm stepping out
Know I'm making the summer fly
Yeah, yeah
Know I go crazy bout my dough
We living pool side uh huh
We vibe in the moonlight uh huh
She on my body, she licking it clean
My bitch she so dirty oh, no soap
I'm just like boom woah
She wanna fuck in a two door
Yeah
I got a new rolls
She got some friends, bring a few more
They can't catch up moving too slow
I got the racks coming up from the floor
She wanna call on my phone I ignore
I stay with a hammer I feel like I'm Thor
My bitch she expensive, want Gucci, Dior
Give her some racks she gon run up the store
Yeah
Send me that cashapp give her racks like a donor
She getting jelly over all my hoes but I fill her up like a doughnut
Hotbox the V I can't walk in the spot cus they gon say sum bout my odor
And she say she don't wanna play no more games
I play with her like a controller
I beat it up misdemeanor
Way I lick it up you know I Mr. Clean her
She love that Starbucks, I turned her to a creamer
Can't show no more love my heart in the freezer
Having mood swings but I been the meanest
On that break fast, Imma Jimmy Dean it
Shopaholic nigga yeah I be at Neiman's
Drop a bag on that Gucci when I see it
Yeah
Baller I play for the Red Sox
Exclusive shit on so you know they be deadstock
We can compete nigga yeah what you best at
These niggas ain't shit yea these niggas on deadlock
In love with the money, we tied, we in wedlock
Always complaining don't care what you text bout
Know that imma bouta blow up like the death star
Going so hard for some days need a rest stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I start a movement
I get my money long just like I'm Uzi
Stacking up checks man I just gotta do it
Can't fuck with that bitch man that bitch too confusing
My bro he an addict, them percs he consume it
I got a whole lotta racks in my Ksubi's
I put my soul and my heart in my music
I stack the cheese up
Me and my niggas can't wait till we be up
I be like yeah
I just pulled up in a beamer I came from the dealer
She gon bless me up
Bad lil bitch she from DR
She got some D-cups
She came to the crib and I told her be silent
But I turned that bitch to a screamer
Back in the crib
Yeah back as a jit
Remember I ain't know what a piece was
I'm tryna get lit with bitches
I bring me a bottle, I tell her pour me up
Yeah we so fly, these niggas be hating
I guess these niggas tryna be us
These bitches don't satisfy me, I'm too picky
I'm tryna get me an Aaliyah
No you can't play with gang
Ask the last niggas, them niggas got beat up
Know imma make a milly off this music so what imma need a degree for
Me and my niggas try winning the game
Fourth quarter my niggas gon D-up
I pass the rock to my nigga
My niggas some ballers, my niggas gon T-up