Skip to content
Home » Explore Song Lyrics » Ybn Nahmir – Uptop Baby Lyrics

Ybn Nahmir – Uptop Baby Lyrics

  • by
Read Time:2 Minute, 55 Second

We just bounce out with that.44, nigga, ayy

On my life, when I up, he gon freeze up
When its cold, Ima stick with that heat tucked
Its YBN, lil nigga get your team up
Remember all the days I was broke, now my cheese up
Take a-take a L, bounce back on some new shit
Kick a door, bounce out with them blue strips
MAC-10 and it came with a tool kit
Nigga try me, on my life, Ima use it
Im a Up-Top Baby, give a fuck about a white scale
And I aint sugar-coatin shit, this my lifestyle
Up the chop, let it blow at a big crowd
Now they see me on the news and they like, wow
Sike naw, let me chill, Im a smooth nigga
But I still bounce out with that tool, nigga
You know I keep that rocket in my Trues, nigga
With YG, you be dippin with them rude niggas
Real bad bitch and she suckin on my dick
And you really think Im trippin, if you think I eat the clit
Ayy, ayy, lil nigga Im the shit
What the fuck I look like tryna eat out a bitch? Ayy
If my brother get to trippin, then Im trippin too
If my nigga say he slidin, then Im slidin too
Hit a block, double back, we done hit a few
Bullets hot so they can melt em like a fuckin cube

Niggas know
If I up it, Ima let that shit go
Bounce out with poles bouncin out, nigga
If a nigga want smoke, he get smoked
Niggas know
If I up it, Ima let that shit go
Bounce out with poles bouncin out, nigga
If a nigga want smoke, he get smoked

If I ever go broke, Ima get it out your bitch
If I ever go down, guaranteed that wont stick
Stitched lips, dumb clips, Ill eat a lil bitch
First off, free Yadda in this bitch
Shout out that nigga Mozzy, know Im fuckin with the gangland
Shooter gang, bitch, Deuce Jojo let that thing blast
Know that four ton fizzy left a nigga with a red tan
Hollow tips shootin out the clip like he Plankton
Plankton, Plankton, Plankton

Big choppers, hella clips, knock a bitch down
Glizzy hella geekin he rock out with them Glocks out
Nigga snitchin, he got popped right when we found out
New Rollie on my wrist, cop a chain in this bitch
Knock a bitch nigga down when Im dumpin the clip
Thuggin hella extra, while a nigga up in that mix
And the turf never lackin, bitch you know I keep a stick

Never duckin no smoke and I put that on the dead homies
Nigga run up, catch a shot with your main homie
Fruity lil bitch and that bitch go insane on me
Better duck your taco when we slidin in that Range, homie
On my life, on my mama Ill bust that
When I get paid I bet Ill cop that Cadillac
You niggas broke and you still shop at Running Sacks
And if I think you feelin Iggy Ima push you back

Niggas know
If I up it, Ima let that shit go
Bounce out with poles bouncin out, nigga
If a nigga want smoke, he get smoked
Niggas know
If I up it, Ima let that shit go
Bounce out with poles bouncin out, nigga
If a nigga want smoke, he get smoked

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *