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YBN Nahmir – Up-Top Baby Lyrics

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YBN Nahmir – Up-Top Baby Lyrics

Up-Top Baby Lyrics by .

[Intro]
We just bounce out with that .44, nigga, ayy

[Verse 1 – YBN Nahmir]
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’ nigga 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 shit
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-coating 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 , you be dipping with them rude n—-s
Real bad b—h and she sucking on my d–k
And you really think I’m tripping, if you think I eat the c–t
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 tripping, then I’m tripping too
If my n—a say he sliding, then I’m sliding too
Hit a block, double back, we done hit a few
Bullets hot so they can melt ’em like a f—–g cube

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[Hook/Chorus – YBN Nahmir]
N—-s know
If I up it, I’ma let that s–t go
Bounce out with poles (bouncing out, n—a)
If a n—a want smoke, he get smoked
N—-s know
If I up it, I’ma let that s–t go
Bounce out with poles (bouncing out, n—a)
If a n—a want smoke, he get smoked

[Verse 2]
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 , know I’m f—–g 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 shooting out the clip like he Plankton
Plankton, Plankton, Plankton
Big choppers, hella clips, knock a b—h down
Glizzy hella geeking he rock out with them Glocks out
N—a snitching, 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 dumping the clip
Thugging hella extra, while a n—a up in that mix
And the turf never lacking, b—h you know I keep a stick
Never ducking 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 sliding 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—-s broke and you still shop at (?)
And if I think you feeling (?) I’ma push you back

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[Hook/Chorus]
N—-s know
If I up it, I’ma let that s–t go
Bounce out with poles (bouncing out, n—a)
If a n—a want smoke, he get smoked
N—-s know
If I up it, I’ma let that s–t go
Bounce out with poles (bouncing out, n—a)
If a n—a want smoke, he get smoked

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