Up (Benz Truck)* ​yvngxchris

Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
Yeah, bitch, I'm in that Benz truck
Bad bitch, that'd be rude if you ain't let my friends fuck
Shmoney dancin' on you, bitches told us we can't dance, bruh
Fifty on my, ooh, yeah, ayy

[Verse 1]
Fifty in my pocket, teacher told me pull my pants up
Shorty on my line, she on that bullshit, I can't answer
She talkin' 'bout she pregnant, man, she tryna get me jammed up
If she not tellin' lies, you already knowin' what's the plan, bruh
That beast shit, yellow diamonds on me, on some beast shit
I'm just tryna kick it with you baby, you and me shit
Blow a bag at Neimans on the weekend, bitch, I'm geekin'
I'ma freak it, take her back up to the telly
Michael Jackson, I'ma beat it
Posted up and then delete it
Choppa do a nigga dirty, got 'em shakin', got 'em leakin'
Yeah, she bad as hell but sendin' paragraphs, I didn't read it
So I blocked her up on everything, I couldn't be defeated
Pull up in an AMG, yo', why the fuck do I keep whisperin'?
[?], hell yeah, that's what I'm whippin' in
I see the goddamn stars, there's no roof or ceiling in
They be like, "Goddamn, Chris, how the fuck you be killin' it?"
And I'm richer than a bitch while your ass workin'
And that choppa turn him to a stripper, got his ass twerkin'
Bitch, I'm not the same nigga, that's a past person
Damn, I done broke up with my bitch on her birthday, I'm a bad person