KE on the Track - Cup Up Top Down lyrics

[Hook x2: Kirko Bangz] I hold my cup up, I let my top down And everywhere I look they pourin' up now Say shout out to them Texas n***as, Texas n***as I do this sh** for Texas, n***a [Verse 1: Kirko Bangz] b**h, I hear ya talkin' You about that sh**, then take that off Fake a** n***as gotta lay down Reppin' H-Town, now a n***a can't play that off n***as came down to the city, stole from the city Hoes from the city like "play that song" These rap n***as know I'm the new n***a But no n***a gotta put Kirko on b**hes know I'm 'bout it, man Love the way that I swang that chrome I be all in her body man Every b**h that I f**, I own Uh, while you be tryna marry the b**h Ain't tryna burn, but this money I'm tryna bury quick [Bridge: Kirko Bangz] 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 n***a, I ain't 'bout to pour you up [Hook] [Verse 2: Z-Ro] 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 f** 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 c*nt And I dare any one of y'all n***as to mess with Texas Texas gon' f** you up [Hook: Kirko Bangz] [Verse 3: Paul Wall] 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 sh** for the city, swangin' I've got wood grain in my Leffries Pimp C is the greatest Motherf**er, talkin' down is a d**h 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 sh** Now everywhere drinkin' muddy Sprite Pour up... [Hook] [Verse 4: Slim Thug] I rep for Texas, n***a You gon' respect us, n***a We got ya sippin' out them white cups like Texas n***as Got ya shinin' diamond grills like them Texas n***as Rappers screwed up and chopped like them Texas n***as You get the message, n***a? So chop some checks up with us Them broads be tryna get us, cause they know we them n***as 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 b**h in Texas, ain't no sippin' with me, mane Still drippin' candy stains, got that drink by the pint Cause I'm a Texas n***a, what we do Kurt Cobain [Hook]