Get Up With Us Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again (MASA)

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[Intro]
(MarsGawd lit another one)

[Chorus]
Stepped on, hit all in his head, pu*sy n!gga (Dead, dead, dead)
You get blowed down, pu*sy broke down, you's a pu*sy n!gga (Brrah, bah, bah)
Make a n!gga lay in his bed, tryna get up with us
Make his mama lose her mind when we finish with her
All these young n!ggas ain't nothing but some fu*king murderers
Out that window, they be swerving s*it, he was talking s*it, that dirty time
Play with this s*it, my brothers, they gon' hurt something, they gon' murder something (They gon' murder something)
Pu*sy n!gga, Make America Slime Again

[Verse 1]
Half a minute, dot on, paint blood on him, b!tch
Killers having choppers in they hand, all they know is hit
Herm gon' spray him, n!gga, he play and he die sweet (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You a fan, you'll play around like a b!tch and got hit with a— (Bah)
Hold on, let me say it again, man
Half a minute, on a b!tch
Prada'd down, Gucci kicks
Still, this ho do not exist
Ocean pink, the diamonds dance on wrist (Huh, huh, yeah)
Make America Slime Again
Go ahead, hit something with y'all stick
Dive in your s*it, s*it, n!gga, who?
You play with me, you gon' get blues
We keep a tool, you gon' get knocked about your shoes, b!tch
'Bout to shoot, you got me fu*ked up, n!gga, choose
I'm known for not following no rules
And having kids and having millions and having the guns and being choose, I'll get you

[Chorus]
Stepped on, hit all in his head, pu*sy n!gga (Dead, dead, dead)
You get blowed down, pu*sy broke down, you's a pu*sy n!gga (Brrah, bah, bah)
Make a n!gga lay in his bed, tryna get up with us
Make his mama lose her mind when we finish with her
All these young n!ggas ain't nothing but some fu*king murderers
Out that window, they be swerving s*it, he was talking s*it, that dirty time
Play with this s*it, my brothers, they gon' hurt something, they gon' murder something (They gon' murder something)
Pu*sy n!gga, Make America Slime Again

[Verse 2]
Lean, ain't no D'USSÉ
I got a taste for bad b!tches, I got a toothache
Ten got a Glock 10 millimeter, shoot at your face
A n!gga said what? Okay
B!tch, I know you hate, I'll get your stupid ass

[Chorus]
Stepped on, hit all in his head, pu*sy n!gga (Dead, dead, dead)
You get blowed down, pu*sy broke down, you's a pu*sy n!gga (Brrah, bah, bah)
Make a n!gga lay in his bed, tryna get up with us
Make his mama lose her mind when we finish with her
All these young n!ggas ain't nothing but some fu*king murderers
Out that window, they be swerving s*it, he was talking s*it, that dirty time
Play with this s*it, my brothers, they gon' hurt something, they gon' murder something (They gon' murder something)
Pu*sy n!gga, Make America Slime Again

[Outro]
(MarsGawd lit another one)