Blake - Yup lyrics

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Blake - Yup lyrics

[Intro] Ay, ay Woof Ay, ay Look [Verse] Diamonds look like piss (piss) Diamond chain on piss (piss) Now my wrist on sick (sick) Now my b**h 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 b**h, don't call her (call her) Dodge like Charger (Charger) Pull up then I charge her Lil' b**h bad and bougie Can't dap you up, you a f** n***a f** n***as 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 b**h, 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, b**h, shut up I'm your young dumb motherf**er BLAKE, why your belt unbuckled? Tryna save your b**h some trouble (wait) Ex-b**h 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) f** you n***as, we not homies Used to have to cop the O-Z Now a n***a need the whole thing Pull up, then I skip Keep it brief and quick Tripping over a b**h Broke n***as make me sick No, I won't call her f** 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 p**y n***as p**y n***a, do you need some help That boy there gon' need some milk Flex on 'em, yup b**h I'm feeling dangerous Wrist on f**ing singing Beat so f**ing dangling Belt so f**ing hanging Had to hit 'em back 'Cause that a** was like on whoa (whoa) n***as playing games And they stuck in story mode b**h talking 'bout shrimp and steak (steak) Tell a b**h get out my face (face) I can't take your a** on no date (wait) But I can hit your a** with that BLAKE (ooh) Boy, quit tweeting, it's okay Little n***a all in his feelings Can't figure out why is it Broke n***as always got the most opinions (ooh) [??] Had to show you n***as 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 f**ing questions Send me one more text message You gonna hate the rolling sessions Why these n***as so lame Wanna talk down on my name n***as 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 b**h Ha-ha-ha, God don't like ugly Ha-ha, ha-ha