Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weight Up , by - Soldier Kidd. Song from the album Xxx 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Weight Up |
| Come on, yeah, come on, yeah |
| Triple-X, yeah, Triple-X |
| You don’t wanna fly with me, I’m too fly to be in the city |
| Got a drop top, ain’t no Barbie, but I’m ballin' like I’m Kenny |
| Nigga pinchin' for some pennies, I just get it then I spend it |
| Boy them stolos, we ain’t rent it, I got Polo and some Dickie |
| And I’m praised just like Ricky, niggas know I came to stack |
| Plottin' like I came to kick it, girl all on my fuckin' head |
| Nah I ain’t got no sense, free my lil' whoadie Ted |
| Oh we finna jump the fence, GTA lifestyle |
| Bangin' Triple-X, yeah I’m foul, ain’t no ref |
| In denial 'cause I’m the best, ain’t no trial, I want a death |
| YNC’ll get 'em whacked, you ain’t bangin' for your set |
| Tryna beef without no bread, for some fame on Instagram, yeah |
| I’m a skinny nigga but I got my weight up |
| Nigga you ain’t wake up, go and get your cake up |
| You ain’t got no data, what you rappin' made up |
| Rather take off with that bag before I’m ever famous |
| Young nigga came from ridin', yeah I used to keep the dust |
| Now I came for the cash, I don’t trust, I just bust |
| Yeah I came for his ass, where he at? |
| Please don’t run |
| Ah, he ain’t like a bag, came to school with my funds |
| Bitch I’m booted up, and nigga I ain’t talkin' Timbs |
| True story like 2Pac, ballin' above the rim, uh |
| Pool full of money, guess I’m goin' for a swim |
| See all my niggas ballin' like we was raised in the gym |
| Hoes bein' shocked when they see me like, «Yeah, it’s him,» uh |
| Deep off in that water, I done turned into a brim |
| He tryin' to keep up with me, he better off chasin' Kim |
| My face real gator like Tebow so call me Tim, uh |
| Youngest out the camp just to blow and niggas hate it |
| Even niggas who I thought played the team, they got traded |
| So fuck it, that’s when shit got cut, I’m talkin' bladed |
| 'Fore I let you try to take what I got, I strip you naked, uh |
| These rappers out here duckin' from me, like it’s The Matrix, uh |
| Straw gon' keep the Glock and Lil Nip clutch his three-eighty, uh |
| 'Member we had winter talk in that Mercedes |
| He locked down doin' time, I’m like free Lil Tracy, yeah |
| I’m a skinny nigga but I got my weight up |
| Nigga you ain’t wake up, go and get your cake up |
| You ain’t got no data, what you rappin' made up |
| Rather take off with that bag before I’m ever famous |
| Young nigga came from ridin', yeah I used to keep the dust |
| Now I came for the cash, I don’t trust, I just bust |
| Yeah I came for his ass, where he at? |
| Please don’t run |
| Ah, he ain’t like a bag, came to school with my funds |