Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Up Next 3 , by - Lil Yachty. Release date: 28.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Up Next 3 |
| Ayy, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat |
| Yeah, and I’m tired of all you pussy ass niggas hatin' on Boat 'cause y’all see |
| that nigga shinin', y’all see that nigga stuntin', y’all see that nigga up next, |
| nigga |
| Fuck y’all niggas, uh |
| Bitch, I’m the realest you’ve ever seen |
| And my new bitch, she a model from Africa |
| Any fine bitch with an ass, boy I’m after ya |
| 22 diamonds, they shine like a brand new dime that you flip for a bet |
| Pussy nigga got behind the wheel and tried to race with Boat, well that’s a |
| cruise for a wreck |
| Stay with the Tec, gotta check on my neck |
| I need eight for a show |
| Brother locked up for the blow |
| Fuck you pussies, bitch, I skipped bein' rookie |
| What you want a cookie 'cause you got connect? |
| Nigga play hooky when they see it’s Boat time |
| Ice on my wrist got you thinkin' it’s cold time |
| Dunk on that bitch make you lean on your shoulder |
| Tripled my views now you thinkin' it’s over |
| Skirt-skirt that Rover I spent a whole six up in Dover |
| Margiela my collar, I look like my father |
| Why’d u even bother? |
| I’m richer I’m better |
| 26 shit, I dropped it on my sweater |
| Just cause it’s real leather, Versace my feathers |
| King sized set with the pillows |
| Dick in her pussy, she call me her hero |
| Dick in her mouth like a motherfuckin' churro |
| Knot so fat like a fuckin' burrito |
| Shout out taketa her pussy much sweeter |
| I lick it then stick it |
| Then kick it right on to my brother |
| Never fuck none of these hoes without rubbers |
| Bitch I’m so fly I can float on a cover |
| Now I see why you mad, cause I made it over night |
| And your bitch love Boat, now I see you wanna fight |
| And I just cannot help it because she think that I’m right |
| And she don’t like you cause your music not excitin' |
| Ayy, Lil Boat, QC, what up? |
| 150 DT, gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang, aye |
| Bitch it’s G Herbo, swervin' so much |
| Watch them start callin' me Swervo |
| In the M6 two door drop with the turbo |
| Engine from Russia, my Balmains for Bergdorf |
| My lil' ho from Merlow |
| Killas like Marlo |
| Come to your block, shoot it up with no sorrows |
| Still ride with Glocks and them chops over lanos |
| Let off them shells have you duckin' your taco and come back tomorrow |
| Maison Like Capo, Rollie a Bimmer, my bracelet a Tahoe |
| Riding an i8s in a race through Chicago |
| Remember I used to rock Echo and Pac on that Balmain where I go |
| Blunts full of posto |
| Remember I used to get free bands like Rocko |
| Got a white bitch snortin' lines, they El Chapo |
| Loadin' up .30's and countin' up guapo get top in my auto |
| Oops, I mean mobile, on the way home to my house in Herbo Hills |
| Remember them nights I was servin' with no deals |
| Lil' bro on Ess, know he lurkin', he gon' kill, rollin' off four pills |
| My life is so trill, I made a name off my block like I’m O’Neal |
| Get face to face with them cops and I don’t squeal |
| Snitch did a bid but he would’ve did more years |
| Niggas a ho still |
| Wake up, get more bills |
| Rich with my squad in Chiraq like I’m Bo Deal |
| While in Miami we ridin' on four wheels |
| Block 100 deep, got the opps hidin' for years |
| Pop out, go trill |
| Glock color oatmeal |
| Know what I mean, bitch it’s brown, it ain’t no steel |
| Ridin', we lurkin', you better keep your steel |
| You gotta be ready to use it in broad day |
| You know little bro will |
| Ayy, G Herbo 150 dream team, bitch, shout out Coach |
| Lil Boat, what up? |