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Letra : Up
Don't be up, you don't be up, n***a
You don't be up, you don't be up, n***a
I be up, I'm so up, lil n***a
And I'm smokin' on this 'Wood, ion wanna hit your Swisher
And I'm drinkin' on this lean, ion want none of you liqour
And your b*t*h wanna f**k me 'cause she heard that I'm that n***a
And my jeans and these Balmain's hold hundreds, n***a
Ballout as fat as a Chicago belt, but I ain't gon' fumble, n***a
Motor runnin', you should hit me for some [?], n***a
Diamonds dancing on my neck, so you know I got them figuers
Ballout is a boss, you know how I'm comin', n***a
I got so much money in my crib, you know I'm stuntin', n***a
Ballout birdman, you know I got that money, n***a
In my crib I got trash bags full of gunja, n***a
Got it for the low and I still be frontin' n***as
I gotta do whatever it take to get this money, n***a
Ain't dropped in a minute, but you know I'm comin', n***a
Independent on no rap to trap, doing numbers, n***a
Ballout where you been? Going dumb, bonkers, n***a
Got a Glo pad in the Vallеy and it smell like Funyuns, n***a
Don't be up, you don't bе up, n***a
You don't be up, you don't be up, n***a
I be up, I'm so up, lil n***a
And I'm smokin' on this 'Wood, ion wanna hit your Swisher
And I'm drinkin' on this lean, ion want none of you liqour
And your b*t*h wanna f**k me 'cause she heard that I'm that n***a
And my jeans and these Balmain's hold hundreds, n***a
Ballout as fat as a Chicago belt, but I ain't gon' fumble, n***a
You don't be up, you don't be up, n***a
I be up, I'm so up, lil n***a
And I'm smokin' on this 'Wood, ion wanna hit your Swisher
And I'm drinkin' on this lean, ion want none of you liqour
And your b*t*h wanna f**k me 'cause she heard that I'm that n***a
And my jeans and these Balmain's hold hundreds, n***a
Ballout as fat as a Chicago belt, but I ain't gon' fumble, n***a
Motor runnin', you should hit me for some [?], n***a
Diamonds dancing on my neck, so you know I got them figuers
Ballout is a boss, you know how I'm comin', n***a
I got so much money in my crib, you know I'm stuntin', n***a
Ballout birdman, you know I got that money, n***a
In my crib I got trash bags full of gunja, n***a
Got it for the low and I still be frontin' n***as
I gotta do whatever it take to get this money, n***a
Ain't dropped in a minute, but you know I'm comin', n***a
Independent on no rap to trap, doing numbers, n***a
Ballout where you been? Going dumb, bonkers, n***a
Got a Glo pad in the Vallеy and it smell like Funyuns, n***a
Don't be up, you don't bе up, n***a
You don't be up, you don't be up, n***a
I be up, I'm so up, lil n***a
And I'm smokin' on this 'Wood, ion wanna hit your Swisher
And I'm drinkin' on this lean, ion want none of you liqour
And your b*t*h wanna f**k me 'cause she heard that I'm that n***a
And my jeans and these Balmain's hold hundreds, n***a
Ballout as fat as a Chicago belt, but I ain't gon' fumble, n***a
