Iayze – Up / 556 (Green Tip) Lyrics
Up / 556 (Green Tip) Lyrics, Letra:
Part I: Up
Intro
Ayy, bitch
Ayy, bitch, go, go, go (Real Murda Worth shit, bitch, you already know)
Ayy, bitch, go, ayy (You know what the fuck I’m rocking, bitch)
Uh-uh, ayy, turn me up (It getting light, huh, rocking Bentley Bentayga and Balenciaga, I’m the reason they fuck with you, bitch)
Ayy (I’m the reason they fuck with you, bitch)
Verse
Her neck snap, dick, it’s too dope
She like, “Kudos”, I’m like, “Die though” (Bitch)
You can’t spend the night, ho, plus you messy, we might fight, ho (Fight, ho)
Riding around with a Draco, I let the AK sing a recital (Lil’ bitch)
G23 hold twenty-three shots, might as well name that bitch Michael (Lil’ bitch)
D-R-A-C-O, micro (Micro)
These bitches be looking like dyke hoes (Dyke hoes)
On thе block, I’m selling white hoe (Whitе hoe)
I put a junkie on white girl (On white girl)
Put her in Fendi, in Gucci, Chanelly, Chanelly, Chanelly, them white pearls (Pearls)
Fuck all the opps, man, them lil niggas broke
Back to back getting smoked and they die off of girls
I got a hit list, couple of thots on the hit list, no, I won’t cry for a girl
I’m ‘bout my business, put the lil’ bitch in a i8, then I took her for a twirl
Even though I’m on a Percocet itchin’, she believe I could change her world
Slide on an opp, he get hit in his biscuit, now they be screamin’, “It’s his world”
I’m on the road doin’ back to back shows, back to back hoes, been fuckin’ ‘em (Huh)
Baby, it’s love, but you can’t get mine, I just been fuckin’ and duckin’ ‘em (Lil’ bitch)
You just been lovin’ and trustin’ him, that’s the reason why they bust at you (Nigga, uh-huh)
She in the Bentley Bentayga, Balenciaga, I’m the reason they fuck with you (Bitch)
I been going up, up, up, up, up, bitch
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, bitch, uh
Don’t give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, bitch, ayy
Don’t give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, bitch, ayy
Hop out the truck, truck, truck, truck, truck, bitch, ayy
He get lit up, up, up, up, up, bitch (Bitch)
I don’t want her, she gon’ suck, suck, suck, suck, suck the clique
He say he gon’ bust, bust, bust, bitch, I’ma bust mine quick (Bitch, ayy)
Part II: 556
Intro
Ayy, bitch, big up Groovy
(One and Only)
He ain’t no Blood, he ain’t this, he ain’t that, he ain’t a Mac, too
Sayin’ this and that, bitch, it’s gon’ get him clapped too
I be like, uhhh, bitch, uhhh
Chorus
I’m talkin’ green tip, 5.56, and a blick too
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (Nigga)
Oh, we on that shit too, I used to hit licks too
Nigga shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain’t this, he ain’t that
He ain’t a Blood, he ain’t a Mac
He be saying this and that, it’s gon’ get him clapped too
Ridin’ with a big Mac, bitch, this ain’t no fast food (Bitch)
I just shot a foul ball, it’s good because I made the rules (Nigga)
Verse
That boy sweet as hell, why you think he stayed in school? (Ayy)
I used to bang it out with opps, the police take my tool (Bitch)
I be like “Fuck the wannabes”, they be like, “Iayze a fool”
It ain’t shit to get her on her knees, all I gotta do is keep it cool (Ayy)
Ayy, who is he? (Who is he?)
I like green tip, 5.56, my ARPs (Nigga, ayy)
I like pouring Tris, fuckin’ hoes, and throwing C’s (Bitch, ayy)
She love D’usse, shaking ass, and love smoking my weed (Bitch, ayy)
I use to post up on that block, fifty cent for a single, ain’t have no weed
The i8 I’m in, ain’t came wit’ no keys (Okay, mmmyoom)
She want me save a bitch, I ain’t Christopher Reeves (Bitch, I ain’t no savior, man)
Say she a slut, then she get slut, I get my nut, and then I leave
Chorus
I’m talkin’ green tip, 5.56, and a blick too
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (Nigga)
Oh, we on that shit too, I used to hit licks too
Nigga shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain’t this, he ain’t that
He ain’t a Blood, he ain’t a Mac
He be saying this and that, it’s gon’ get him clapped too
Ridin’ with a big Mac, bitch, this ain’t no fast food (Huh, okay)
I just shot a foul ball, it’s good because I made the rules (Nigga, bitch)
Outro
(Ayy)
Think he stayed in school, ayy
Bang it out with opps, the police take my tool, bitch
They be like, “Iayze a fool”
All I gotta do is keep it cool
(Ayy, okay)
(Who is he?, who is he?)-Lyrics-Letra