Get Up On It Lyrics – YTB Fatt

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[Intro]
(You’ll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Huh, psh, woo
Uh, woo
Uh, psh, ah

[Verse 1]
Hear another fed on his ass, he use a beeper
He run by minutes
He don’t even trust nobody, no lie, the young n!gga only have a street sweepers, woo
The last pack came through was extra, he don’t know the sender back a keeper, psh
Last n!gga played with him sent a Tesla, drop top ‘Vette how we leaving, 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 toting a BB, psh
Can’t compare your story like mine, ‘member they whacked my TT, psh
You ain’t seen half the s*it I saw, ‘member coming home watching 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 n!gga play, y’all knock out his socks, psh
He got motion, for real, that young n!gga forget half the s*it that he bought, woo
You play with him, going to God
That smoke, never talk cops with his opps, woo
He found the worst of the worst, psh, still pinching 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 n!gga plate never gon’ starve, woo
Pu*sy, that’s from the heart
I mean it, psh
They never seen me in here, b!tch, 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, n!gga, that’s how you get robbed, pu*sy
Never said he ain’t saw it
You ain’t know it, my new name, Fatt Fox the God

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]
I’m from where, they back-dooring 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 pulling up, dumping
Where I’m from, they’ll bust your pumpkins
I’m from a land of gold digging b!tches, you go to sleep, hide your money
Taz hit it straight off his side
Where I’m from, where you drop that cheese, they coming
I really seen that s*it, on my mama
Now it don’t take nothing much, give ’em fifteen hundred

[Chorus]
Get up on it, uh, psh, uh
Get up on it, woo
If they drop that s*it 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