NBA Youngboy – I’m Up

Out Off the 21 tracks released by NBA Youngboy On His Newly Released Album Which He Titled ‘TOP’.

We Hopped Out This Wonderful Song Which Seems To Be The 8th Track On the Project and it’s titled “Im Up”.

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I’m up nba youngboy lyrics

[Refrain]

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)

Plain jane, I feel special

Fuck officials, finish steppin’

I know that’s gon’ make it better

These niggas just talk like killers

All-out war with my hitters

I think somethin’, we step on shit

It’s all about what I figure

[Verse 1]

I ain’t take nothin’ off, ‘fore I take somethin’ back, I’ma put one in

When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens

Who gon’ protect me? I’m the protector of all my friends

How the fuck you with me? You playin’ detective, you ain’t my twin

I’ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in

Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain’t the same

[Chorus]

We miss, gon’ double back to make sure bro blow out the brain

I don’t want you neither or your friend, y’all don’t understand the pain

Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can’t waste my time

‘Cause now I’m up and they know it

Ain’t gotta picture me rollin’

‘Cause when they see me, it’s on me

It could turn out bad or turn out good

But I’m still thuggin’, throwin’ up my hood

[Verse 2]

And whenever that we meet, we gon’ slide them

Leave homicide to find them

Still ain’t got my mind made up

Mask up before we blind him

Keep actin’ like he five and I’m gon’ dime him

Ten after ten, must I remind him?

Who gon’ supply me? I’m the supplier of all my friends

With you to the end, who gon’ have my back when I’m locked in the pen’?

He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in

Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

[Refrain]

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel

Plain jane, I feel special

Fuck officials, finish steppin’

I know that’s gon’ make it better

These niggas just talk like killers

All-out war with my hitters

I think somethin’, we step on shit

It’s all about what I figure

[Chorus]

We miss, gon’ double back to make sure bro blow out the brain

I don’t want you neither or your friend, y’all don’t understand the pain

Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can’t waste my time

‘Cause now I’m up and they know it

Ain’t gotta picture me rollin’

‘Cause when they see me, it’s on me

It could turn out bad or turn out good

But I’m still thuggin’, throwin’ up my hood

[Outro]

And whenever that we meet, we gon’ slide them

Mask up before we blind him