Up On Me

[Intro]
I hear you lil niggas talking shit yo (these niggas ain't fucking with you Sizzle they really ain't)
Y'all niggas hate me and y'all broads wanna fuck me (right I know they do)
I do this to offend you niggas (right nigga)
Get off my dick (and hold that)

[Chorus]
Man they ain't got shit up on me
Man they ain't got shit up on me
Man they ain't got shit up on me
Whoever y'all thought was fucking with me ain't got shit up on me
Man they ain't got shit up on me
Man they ain't got shit up on me
Man they ain't got shit up on me
Whoever y'all thought was fucking with me ain't got shit up on me

[Verse 1]
I'm disrespectful I pull up outside of ya house (one)
She want my wood like a splinter I'm digging her out
You walk in the house like "nigga what's this about?"
I'd handle you when I take my cock out ya spouse (yeah)
Listen honey I am what the bees are buzzing 'bout
I live in the "7 Floors of Hell" that's the haunted house
I recruit shooters, I got a dozen scouts
It's like I don't want the nine the way I dump it out
My watch ain't broke, it just ignores time
Times are cold it froze ten minutes before five
Fifteen minutes late on fuckin' a cold dime
Baby time is money I only got time for blow jobs
Yeah, please excuse me like a doctor's note
So many diamonds in the chain look like kaleidoscope
Man to man they can't fuck with me in or outta my zone
Ya girl would let me fuck cause the scent of my cologne
New Era fitted's I don't rock snapbacks
A great performance is the only thing you clapping at
Come out the background, if you the lead singer
You thought about getting married I'd chop off ya ring finger
My favorite color red, like a fresh bruise
Haters need to attend get fresh school
Gotta problem ya face'll become a flesh wound
Next time they see you, you in a box like fresh shoes
You don't run nothing, but ya mouth a lot
Kill ya self ya life ain't even worth a ounce of pop
I don't think you aware you outta ya conscious
Females I get my broad to slap you on conscience
Only behind my back in person they don't say shit
The gauge'll give you a grave the blade'll give you a face lift
These lil niggas hate me cause they ain't shit
Rule one don't get rats into some snake shit
You think you pimp but buy pussy in real life
I'm ill twice I spark at niggas electric eel type
It sucks to be you I'd hate what it feel like
Saying ya jeans cost at least a G what's the real price (damn)
Be smart that cannon thick as a tree bark
You sweet tart I'm fucking ya high school sweetheart
Bul, you nerds soft as a nerf ball
Not to be pussy the only thing I learned from y'all
I spray rounds that paralyze from the waist down
Boxing you couldn't go twelve minutes of eight rounds
The knuckle tussle it'll leave niggas face down
Clown I shoot rounds that could knock outer space down
You need to do some push-ups with ya bird cage
Nigga I gotta swagger that could make this whole earth shake
I'd just kill 'em on Texas border
They'll think this bul died from drinking the Mexicans water

[Chorus]
Man they ain't got shit up on me
Man they ain't got shit up on me
Man they ain't got shit up on me
Whoever y'all thought was fucking with me ain't got shit up on me
Man they ain't got shit up on me
Man they ain't got shit up on me
Man they ain't got shit up on me
Whoever y'all thought was fucking with me ain't got shit up on me