Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up Next 3, artist - Lil Yachty.
Date of issue: 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? |