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bmg uppercla$ - drill rap dead lyrics

[intro]
big f+ckin’ upper you p+ssy n+ggas (i ain’t gon front)
it’s big f+ckin upper, n+ggas got mad weed in this sh+t
this sh+t f+ckin’ up my voice
no more smokin’ in the studio for the rest of the night, go outside (i’ve been gettin’ my d+ck sucked since i was like 4)
let’s get in my f+ckin’ zone my energys up (i’ve been on a different bag, hollup wait)
uh (n+ggas don’t know)
i told them p+ssy n+ggas its funds up and guns up n+gga
you n+ggas is broke tho, uh+huh
it’s big upper, yeah not the little one

[verse 1]
n+gga drill rap dead, and
stressed out, turnin into bacon bits
always on the net, steady rantin’ bout creatin’ sh+t
you are not the father, you ain’t create your kid
shut the f+ck up hit the stu’ and create some hits
i go dumb without carin’ like a racist b+tch
they say envy caine better they just suckin d+ck
“you can’t outrap envy man you just a hater”
man i’ll big brother kane i’m the undertaker
all my punchlines connect, his wrestlemania
i’ll put your top g in a box like he in romania
i keep the strap on my belly like a waist trainer
k!llin’ n+gga back to back with that drac’ flavor
n+ggas sleepin’ but i’m freddy to a dream chaser
i’m the best rapper up, i’ll dream later
[verse 2]
chat get with the likes, tell ’em structure up
i’m bouta start a bar fight like i’m drunk as f+ck
let’s get busy in the ring, time to f+ck ’em up
show ’em how to win with 2,3 upper cuts
better pull up with the cig when he pop out
cause n+ggas know it’s a knockout
i heard you beefin’ with the babiez, ain’t that right buzzin?
n+gga put your tumbs up like the like b+tton
or get busy wit’ the strap like a dyk+ f+ckin’ (or get busy wit’ the strap like a dyk+ f+ckin’)
(i be wit the babiez in the buildin’ lobby, they underage with the drac’ like millie bob+)
if i tell , n+gga it’s a body
i hope you get the picture and it ain’t too choppy
if i tell , n+gga it’s a body
i hope you get the picture and it ain’t too choppy

[verse 3]

doin’ donuts in yo hood like a n+gga caught a flat
yeah i got shot they say i need to get back, but who is y’all to say that i didn’t get back
his mans kinda fast i didn’t know he ran track
i heard the shooter locked i send a kite and that’s that
back to k!llin’ rappers n+ggas better go and get a reverend
don’t make me crash in the towers like its 9/11
you a rat i heard your favorite number 911
i send a shooter for your shooters show you how i’m steppin’
f+ck tellin’ me get back, n+gga me gettin’ shot that was his get back
we don’t talk about streets cause the feds hear tracks
we don’t rap about beef, we just cook it, that’s that
spit a verse out the 30 and i call that a wrap (spit a verse out the 30 and i call that a wrap)
[verse 4]

how many n+ggas take a cut when they pay you?
only jesus christ, y’all ain’t stable

but he rather fight his girl in the projects
he movin’ like a fish and i find it out of pocket
he might get clipped before he come up out the closet

you might wanna leave dthang if you caught wit’ him
f+ck gettin’ poked, you get scoped, you won’t talk again
i don’t diss the deads, like you fake n+ggas
but i’m really on time i mention late n+ggas
i done went and bought 3 k’s, cause i hate n+ggas
i’m takin everybody out, its a date n+gga

[verse 5]

41 never strapped, less we talkin’ bout
i know a
tell , i’ll zip up his friends

then
get a donkey [?]
chase sheik in the v, like a
oh you n+ggas ain’t know i was a shooter
i go dumb with the deuce, like hoover
one in the top, i keep it c+cked like a rooster
dee billz never l!cked a shawty waitin’ till he 21
don’t get your head bus tryna be 41
, i just flipped 41
they had a fight with my 40 and my 40 won
flip 26 leave ’em six feet too
tag a 7’4 n+gga cause they hate me too
tag a six straight n+gga cause that’s what we do
i’m a bmg n+gga but they think i’m woo

[outro]
yo ar, i’m with the bars like a lifer
i ain’t 41 b+tch i’m much nicer
i smoke 41 wit’ a ar it’s a cypher
i smoke 41 wit’ a ar it’s a cypher?
like, 41 cypher, ar, i smoke em’ with an ar
f+ck it i k!ll everybody n+gga, all y’all n+ggas is scared y’all n+ggas is b+tches y’all n+ggas ain’t gon respond
b+tch ass n+ggas talkin’ bout some n+ggas lookin’ for clout, we ain’t lookin for clout, we lookin for your mother

- bmg uppercla lyrics

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