YBF K Sauce – Up Wit Me, Pt. II

YBF K Sauce – Up Wit Me, Pt. II Lyrics

Artist: YBF K Sauce
Song: Up Wit Me, Pt. II

Drop a Birkin on them p#ss# n#gg#s, they gon’ have to die
Ain’t gon’ never catch me slippin’, all my n#gg#s stay wit’ fye
Opposition on the net say I’m a b#tch, he still ain’t slide
Told that f#ck n#gg# get up wit’ me and get up off that live

b#tch get up wit’ me
All my n#gg#s slangin’ iron
b#tch get up wit’ me
Ridin’ with 30s and 9s

b#tch get up wit’ me
I got money on my mind
b#tch get up wit’ me
If I say it I ain’t lyin’

Heard that f#ck n#gg# want smoke
b#tch I’m ridin’ round wit that K
b#tch I’m ridin’ round wit that MAC
Turn that f#ck n#gg# to a pack

b#tch how the f#ck n#gg# say he gang gang
He don’t never be in no trap
n#gg#s be thinkin’ H Town p#ss#
b#tch, we the same thing as that ‘Raq

Outside everyday wit’ that strap
Tryna knock a opp n#gg# off the map
Ridin’ wit a big pole, extendo tryna catch sum’
That’s facts

You see my chain swangin’
All the opps so broke they hurtin’ bad
Know they block steady painted
Told that lil’ b#tch that I’m outside

Hoe I’m steady waitin’
Nah, we don’t do no favors
Ain’t no one on ones, it’s jus guns we don’t do no tapers
Nah we don’t no fades

Chasin’ that bag, ain’t doin shows, and I’m still gettin paid
Tryna cop the yellow gold wit’ the ice on it like lemonade
Drop a Birkin on them p#ss# n#gg#s, they gon’ have to die
Ain’t gon’ never catch me slippin’, all my n#gg#s stay wit’ fye

Opposition on the net say I’m a b#tch, he still ain’t slide
Told that f#ck n#gg# get up wit’ me and get up off that live
b#tch get up wit’ me
All my n#gg#s slangin’ iron

b#tch get up wit’ me
Ridin’ with 30s and 9s
b#tch get up wit’ me
I got money on my mind

b#tch get up wit’ me
If I say it I ain’t lyin’
Free my bros from out that cell
b#tch I’m playa made 4L

If I see opp that’s kickin’ back
I’m sendin’ shots, and that’s on Sterl
I been thinkin’ hard in them trap spots
Can’t shake back, oh well

If I get locked, then I’m gettin’ out
I got bail money for real
f#ckin’ opp, b#tches
b#tch I’m from the south, and we gon’ drop, them snitches

b#tch don’t run yo’ mouth, ’cause you can die, from snitchin’
Exotic tray in my lungs
No I don’t got, no feelings
Smoking high, percentage, ah

Drop a Birkin on them p#ss# n#gg#s, they gon’ have to die
Ain’t gon’ never catch me slippin’, all my n#gg#s stay wit’ fye
Opposition on the net say I’m a b#tch, he still ain’t slide
Told that f#ck n#gg# get up wit’ me and get up off that live

b#tch get up wit’ me
All my n#gg#s slangin’ iron
b#tch get up wit’ me
Ridin’ with 30s and 9s

b#tch get up wit’ me
I got money on my mind
b#tch get up wit’ me
If I say it I ain’t lyin’
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From the album:
The Hottest [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021