Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yup , by - Blake. Release date: 26.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yup |
| Ay, ay |
| Woof |
| Ay, ay |
| Look |
| Diamonds look like piss (piss) |
| Diamond chain on piss (piss) |
| Now my wrist on sick (sick) |
| Now my bitch real thick (thick) |
| Pull up, then I skrrt (skrrt) |
| Look at they expression (spression) |
| Ben Frank on me too, he blue |
| I think he got depression |
| Diamonds look like water (water) |
| She drip drip like water (water) |
| Hit that bitch, don’t call her (call her) |
| Dodge like Charger (Charger) |
| Pull up then I charge her |
| Lil' bitch bad and bougie |
| Can’t dap you up, you a fuck nigga |
| Fuck niggas got cooties |
| I’ma leave they feelings hurting |
| Windows down on purpose |
| Hanging out the window, swerving |
| Baby Snapchat made me nervous |
| 'Cause my main bitch, she be lurking |
| I swear she do the most |
| Boy, you talk a lot |
| Let’s talk about why you so broke |
| Wait, talk too much, bitch, shut up |
| I’m your young dumb motherfucker |
| BLAKE, why your belt unbuckled? |
| Tryna save your bitch some trouble (wait) |
| Ex-bitch mad, oh well (well) |
| Cop that pack wholesale (sale) |
| Mama like, «What's that smell?» |
| Had to move the pack out the crib that’s hell |
| Panoramic my whip |
| Hoes all on my tip |
| 100s blue like a crip |
| Bust my nut… dip |
| Left wrist, holy moly (damn) |
| Fuck you niggas, we not homies |
| Used to have to cop the O-Z |
| Now a nigga need the whole thing |
| Pull up, then I skip |
| Keep it brief and quick |
| Tripping over a bitch |
| Broke niggas make me sick |
| No, I won’t call her |
| Fuck her, don’t bother |
| One hundred, need charger |
| One hundred, need charger |
| On fleek, yup |
| Bossed up, yup |
| Turning heads, right left |
| Strike a pose, yup |
| Yeah, I seen them pussy niggas |
| Pussy nigga, do you need some help |
| That boy there gon' need some milk |
| Flex on 'em, yup |
| Bitch I’m feeling dangerous |
| Wrist on fucking singing |
| Beat so fucking dangling |
| Belt so fucking hanging |
| Had to hit 'em back |
| 'Cause that ass was like on whoa (whoa) |
| Niggas playing games |
| And they stuck in story mode |
| Bitch talking 'bout shrimp and steak (steak) |
| Tell a bitch get out my face (face) |
| I can’t take your ass on no date (wait) |
| But I can hit your ass with that BLAKE (ooh) |
| Boy, quit tweeting, it’s okay |
| Little nigga all in his feelings |
| Can’t figure out why is it |
| Broke niggas always got the most opinions (ooh) |
| Had to boss up and flex up |
| Had to show you niggas who’s next up |
| Baby, quit talking, that’s extra |
| Just say I’d like a checkup |
| Why you peeking my message |
| Ask too many fucking questions |
| Send me one more text message |
| You gonna hate the read receptions |
| Why these niggas so lame |
| Wanna talk down on my name |
| Niggas thought that I was playing games |
| Wrist looking like Johnny Dang |
| Lil' boys like, you funny |
| Talking 'bout, you ain’t making money |
| Hating on me, but now I got your bitch |
| Ha-ha-ha, God don’t like ugly |
| Ha-ha, ha-ha |