Get Up On It

YTB Fatt

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    (You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
    Huh, psh, woo
    Uh, woo
    Uh, psh, ah

    Hear another fed on his ass, he use a beeper
    He run by minutes
    He don't even trust nobody, no lie, the young nigga only have a street sweepers, woo
    The last pack came through was extra, he don't know the sender back a keeper, psh
    Last nigga played with him sent a Tesla, drop top 'Vette how we leavin', woo
    You a killer, he gon' greet you
    You shoot me, I shoot you, off top, get even, psh
    I make a hundred a week, psh, I remember totin' a BB, psh
    Can't compare your story like mine, 'member they whacked my TT, psh
    You ain't seen half the shit I saw, 'member comin' home watchin' TV, psh
    He was a hundred deep, but on road half of 'em locked, uh, psh
    Yeah, they don't even talk on the phone no more 'cause cops, uh, psh, uh
    Last nigga play, y'all knock out his socks, psh
    He got motion, for real, that young nigga forget half the shit that he bought, woo
    You play with him, goin' to God
    That smoke, never talk cops with his opps, woo
    He found the worst of the worst, psh, still pinchin' in them stolen cars
    Never geeked up as killers, psh, imagine what that do on bars, psh
    I never cared how they used to treat him, that nigga plate never gon' starve, woo
    Pussy, that's from the heart
    I mean it, psh
    They never seen me in here, bitch, I went large, woo
    He never pulled a fraud, psh, he rich, he don't hop in cars
    What else? He rich, he don't get on feet, psh
    How he do a pay for the job? Psh
    Never forget where I came from, nigga, that's how you get robbed, pussy
    Never said he ain't saw it
    You ain't know it, my new name, Fatt Fox the God

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    Get up on it, uh, psh, uh
    Get on it, woo, psh, uh
    Get on it, uh

    I'm from where, they back-doorin' they homies, psh
    Where I'm from, you got opponents
    Where I'm from, if it burn when you piss, you better book an appointment
    Where I'm from, they pullin' up, dumpin'
    Where I'm from, they'll bust your pumpkins
    I'm from a land of gold diggin' bitches, you go to sleep, hide your money
    Taz hit it straight off his side
    Where I'm from, where you drop that cheese, they comin'
    I really seen that shit, on my mama
    Now it don't take nothin' much, give 'em fifteen hundred

    Get up on it, uh, psh, uh
    Get up on it, woo
    If they drop that shit right now, they gon' get up on it, uh
    Psh, get up on it, uh
    If they get your location, he gon' get up on it, uh
    Psh, huh, get up on it, uh
    Uh, psh, get up on it, uh

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