Yung Milly - Up Next Lyrics

(Grim, don't do it to em)
Yeah you know I got a bag, and y'all niggas can't get it
And I got a bad chick, and y'all niggas can't get her
Yeah she got a fat ass, and y'all niggas can't hit it
Y'all said I can't rap man y'all niggas be trippin
Yeah I got blue faces and you know I ain't crippin
Yeah you know I stay dripping
And my song still hitting
Y'all said that y'all mopping but yall still the ones slipping
Y'all said that y'all hard but still the ones bitching
I be rolling by myself, yeah I stay alone
All these bitches want me, they need to make a clone
I can touch her on her hand, and she will still moan
Y'all nigga hard on ig but y'all really foam
Y'all niggas folding like y'all niggas are some pillow pets
Y'all some bum ass niggas, I'm just get checks
I don't gotta flash my money, I don't need to flex
All you got to know is that I'm coming up next
How many times I gotta say it all y'all niggas fake
Y'all don't want the beef so just put down the steak
I gotta chick for dessert I gonna eat her cake
She got me twisting and turning the way that booty shake
I got a lot of hoes
I got a lot of flows
I know I'm rapping so sick you think I got a cold
Y'all nigga look like toes
You built like stripper poles
I know y'all rocking and bobbin the way this shit go's
When y'all get mad y'all be throwin temper tantrums
When I get mad I go ghost Danny Phantom
Don't know what chick to pick I guess I'll chose random
I'll be lighting her up like she a candle
Yeah you know I got a bag, and y'all niggas can't get it
And I got a bad chick, and y'all niggas can't get her
Yeah she got a fat ass, and y'all niggas can't hit it
Y'all said I can't rap man y'all niggas be trippin
Yeah I got blue faces but you know I ain't crippin
Yeah you know I stay dripping
And my song still hitting
Y'all said that y'all mopping but yall still the ones slipping
Y'all said that y'all hard but still the ones bitching
My bitches city girls because they like to act up
But like the city girls say “You can get snatched up”
I'm so hot that these rappers can't match up
But Imma worry bout getting all my cash up
Imma go far
Imma be a star
Imma buy a house maybe even 50 cars
I'm a guala boy so I go crazy
All these bitches wanna have a nigga baby (Bow, bow)
Imma go up, never come back
Imma goat bitch, don't forget that
Imma stay moving forward never set back
A nigga play wit me, then he gon get clapped
Imma on the right track
I don't need a map
Y'all wanna feature me?
Well Imma need a stack
I stay grinding and you know I never sleep
I'm in the studio now making heat
Yeah bitch I'm the one one one
You think I'm done done done
I think I blew out her back so call 9-1-1
Call me Jesus because I feel that I'm God's one son
Yeah I'm so hot you'd think that I'm the sun
Trynna get signed even tho this is for fun
You better run, run, run
Before the cops come, come
Cause if they catch then they gon think your phones a gun
Did you like my pun?
Fair well I'm gone
Yeah you know I got a bag, and y'all niggas can't get it
And I got a bad chick, and y'all niggas can't get her
Yeah she got a fat ass, and y'all niggas can't hit it
Y'all said I can't rap man y'all niggas be trippin
Yeah I got blue faces but you know I ain't crippin
Yeah you know I stay dripping
And my song still hitting
Y'all said that y'all mopping but yall still the ones slipping
Y'all said that y'all hard but still the ones bitching

(Grim, don't do it to em)
Yeah you know I got a bag, and y'all niggas can't get it
And I got a bad chick, and y'all niggas can't get her
Yeah she got a fat ass, and y'all niggas can't hit it
Y'all said I can't rap man y'all niggas be trippin
Yeah I got blue faces and you know I ain't crippin
Yeah you know I stay dripping
And my song still hitting
Y'all said that y'all mopping but yall still the ones slipping
Y'all said that y'all hard but still the ones bitching
I be rolling by myself, yeah I stay alone
All these bitches want me, they need to make a clone
I can touch her on her hand, and she will still moan
Y'all nigga hard on ig but y'all really foam
Y'all niggas folding like y'all niggas are some pillow pets
Y'all some bum ass niggas, I'm just get checks
I don't gotta flash my money, I don't need to flex
All you got to know is that I'm coming up next
How many times I gotta say it all y'all niggas fake
Y'all don't want the beef so just put down the steak
I gotta chick for dessert I gonna eat her cake
She got me twisting and turning the way that booty shake
I got a lot of hoes
I got a lot of flows
I know I'm rapping so sick you think I got a cold
Y'all nigga look like toes
You built like stripper poles
I know y'all rocking and bobbin the way this shit go's
When y'all get mad y'all be throwin temper tantrums
When I get mad I go ghost Danny Phantom
Don't know what chick to pick I guess I'll chose random
I'll be lighting her up like she a candle
Yeah you know I got a bag, and y'all niggas can't get it
And I got a bad chick, and y'all niggas can't get her
Yeah she got a fat ass, and y'all niggas can't hit it
Y'all said I can't rap man y'all niggas be trippin
Yeah I got blue faces but you know I ain't crippin
Yeah you know I stay dripping
And my song still hitting
Y'all said that y'all mopping but yall still the ones slipping
Y'all said that y'all hard but still the ones bitching
My bitches city girls because they like to act up
But like the city girls say “You can get snatched up”
I'm so hot that these rappers can't match up
But Imma worry bout getting all my cash up
Imma go far
Imma be a star
Imma buy a house maybe even 50 cars
I'm a guala boy so I go crazy
All these bitches wanna have a nigga baby (Bow, bow)
Imma go up, never come back
Imma goat bitch, don't forget that
Imma stay moving forward never set back
A nigga play wit me, then he gon get clapped
Imma on the right track
I don't need a map
Y'all wanna feature me?
Well Imma need a stack
I stay grinding and you know I never sleep
I'm in the studio now making heat
Yeah bitch I'm the one one one
You think I'm done done done
I think I blew out her back so call 9-1-1
Call me Jesus because I feel that I'm God's one son
Yeah I'm so hot you'd think that I'm the sun
Trynna get signed even tho this is for fun
You better run, run, run
Before the cops come, come
Cause if they catch then they gon think your phones a gun
Did you like my pun?
Fair well I'm gone
Yeah you know I got a bag, and y'all niggas can't get it
And I got a bad chick, and y'all niggas can't get her
Yeah she got a fat ass, and y'all niggas can't hit it
Y'all said I can't rap man y'all niggas be trippin
Yeah I got blue faces but you know I ain't crippin
Yeah you know I stay dripping
And my song still hitting
Y'all said that y'all mopping but yall still the ones slipping
Y'all said that y'all hard but still the ones bitching