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G Herbo "Up It" (Prod. by Southside) (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Composer
deandre woods
deandre woods
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Oz On The Track
Oz On The Track
Producer
DJ Victoriouz
DJ Victoriouz
Producer

Lyrics

Folks trying to hit the V live boy There's too much of that Roll up on that shit there Ratchet shit shawty and em popping out the cut, fappin' shit Shawty know I'm tryna' brack it, her butt fat as shit Got a automatic under my jacket and I'm with it was happenin' I just popped a lil half a yerk so I'm feeling fantastic I'm like fuck it I'ma just go to work cause I been in the bank like Ashton I'll buy a lil bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston Hood bitch with me like a NASCAR driver she ain't been in no fast one And I'm smoking a v live she giving head while I'm drivin, I'ma fuck around crash it I'm like fuck it I wanna smash right now, I'ma take her to the mansion I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though even though they plastic In that new shit I can self park the whip, I'm feeling Jurassic And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist huh, look at the dash Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah I just fill it with cash Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash But it ain't really cause I'm faced with her lil basic ass Up it, up it, (ah) up it, nigga up it (uh) Nigga fuck it I'ma count this bitch and up it (uh) She gon' up it, up it Bitch up it Quick get to ducking Fuck it, bitch up it You ain't like yo neighbors, they lil racist ass You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past You hating on me cause I'm a young nigga and I chase the bag We ain't smoking but on nothing but exotic, you'll think we laced the bag I got my bitch a Chanel bag (uh), cost like twelve stacks Running track hoe (huh), fuck your hellcat And I'm a bad boy, I'm a bad influence Tell a nigga what he gon' do, make him fast forward And don't let no nigga hold you, keep that mag no Pro Tools Keep that bag Overheat that Mac And I'm a star, check my vv's You can't see these hoes from afar I mean you can beat these Don't care if you BD or if you GD We on that car Word to my ma, word to y'all Word to Allah, whoever your god Whatever nigga place him above this God Whatever a nigga make we gon' double it tomorrow Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it Nigga fuck it I'ma count this bitch and up it She gon' up it Bitch up it Quick get to duckin Fuck it, bitch up it (up it)
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Herbert Randall Wright, Deandre Woods, Daniel Anthony Ivy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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