Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cup Up Top Down, artist - Kirko Bangz. Album song Progression 2 & 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.12.2014
Record label: Victory Entertainment
Song language: English
Cup Up Top Down |
| I hold my cup up, I let my top down |
| And everywhere I look they pourin' up now |
| Say shout out to them Texas niggas, Texas niggas |
| I do this shit for Texas, nigga |
| Bitch, I hear ya talkin' |
| You about that shit, then take that off |
| Fake ass niggas gotta lay down |
| Reppin' H-Town, now a nigga can’t play that off |
| Niggas came down to the city, stole from the city |
| Hoes from the city like «play that song» |
| These rap niggas know I’m the new nigga |
| But no nigga gotta put Kirko on |
| Bitches know I’m 'bout it, man |
| Love the way that I swang that chrome |
| I be all in her body man |
| Every bitch that I fuck, I own |
| Uh, while you be tryna marry the bitch |
| Ain’t tryna burn, but this money I’m tryna bury quick |
| Ooh, I’m sippin' on that purple stuff |
| Ho, I ain’t 'bout to pour you up |
| Ooh, I’m sippin' on that purple stuff |
| Nigga, I ain’t 'bout to pour you up |
| When I hold my cup up, it’s just like lifting weights |
| Look like I’m chewin' instead of sippin' because this is an 8 |
| I don’t want no soda, homie, I’d rather sip it straight |
| I’m an OG out that screwed up clique |
| King of the Ghetto, this is my name |
| I be rollin' on swangers with candy black paint on 'em |
| If it rain, still ain’t gon' get a stain on 'em |
| I’m from Texas, you can tell how I talk |
| I’m from Texas, you can tell how I walk |
| Six-piece wing dinner from Frenchy’s |
| King of the ghetto, ain’t never been friendly |
| Just put eleven more ounces in me |
| Whenever you see me, my cup ain’t empty |
| So many fifteens, so many twelves, so many 6−5-9s |
| I’m bangin' so hard, everybody else bangin' |
| But I don’t give a fuck if they park by mine |
| I’ve got a thunder trunk |
| I keep coughin' cause I smoke thunder skunk |
| I’ve got the lightning dick, I need thunder cunt |
| And I dare any one of y’all niggas to mess with Texas |
| Texas gon' fuck you up |
| First they steal your lighter, then they steal your style |
| Fat Pat is my idol, I’ve got twenty bands on my smile |
| Forgot to pay they homage, they just reuse and recycle |
| Man, they lie so much that they don’t know the truth |
| But they’ll swear to God on the Bible |
| I don’t know where they do that at |
| But it damn sure ain’t in Texas |
| Ridin' in the 'Lac down 45, I-10 is my exit |
| I do this shit for the city, swangin' |
| I’ve got wood grain in my Leffries |
| Pimp C is the greatest |
| Motherfucker, talkin' down is a death wish |
| Codeine is my fetish — pourin' up is a way of life |
| Legend stealer, Jerome Bettis |
| You punk sipper ain’t drakin' it right |
| 8 or all, that’s a day in the life |
| Open trunk, and array of lights |
| They used to say this was local shit |
| Now everywhere drinkin' muddy Sprite |
| Pour up… |
| I rep for Texas, nigga |
| You gon' respect us, nigga |
| We got ya sippin' out them white cups like Texas niggas |
| Got ya shinin' diamond grills like them Texas niggas |
| Rappers screwed up and chopped like them Texas niggas |
| You get the message, nigga? |
| So chop some checks up with us |
| Them broads be tryna get us, cause they know we them niggas |
| She love my Texas swag, and how I keep it G |
| Let her roll in the slab, she wanna be seen with me |
| I tell her pay that fee, it’s pimpin' with me, mane |
| Ask any bitch in Texas, ain’t no sippin' with me, mane |
| Still drippin' candy stains, got that drink by the pint |
| Cause I’m a Texas nigga, what we do Kurt Cobain |