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[Intro] (You’ll fly too if you link up with Frenchie) Huh, psh, woo Uh, woo Uh, psh, ah [Verse 1] Hear another fed on his ass, he use a beeper He run by minutes He don’t even trust nobody, no lie, the young n!gga only have a street sweepers, woo The last pack came through was extra, he don’t know the sender back a keeper, psh Last n!gga played with him sent a Tesla, drop top ‘Vette how we leaving, woo You a killer, he gon’ greet you You shoot me, I shoot you, off top, get even, psh I make a hundred a week, psh, I remember toting a BB, psh Can’t compare your story like mine, ‘member they whacked my TT, psh You ain’t seen half the s*it I saw, ‘member coming home watching TV, psh He was a hundred deep, but on road half of ’em locked, uh, psh Yeah, they don’t even talk on the phone no more ’cause cops, uh, psh, uh Last n!gga play, y’all knock out his socks, psh He got motion, for real, that young n!gga forget half the s*it that he bought, woo You play with him, going to God That smoke, never talk cops with his opps, woo He found the worst of the worst, psh, still pinching in them stolen cars Never geeked up as killers, psh, imagine what that do on bars, psh I never cared how they used to treat him, that n!gga plate never gon’ starve, woo Pu*sy, that’s from the heart I mean it, psh They never seen me in here, b!tch, I went large, woo He never pulled a fraud, psh, he rich, he don’t hop in cars What else? He rich, he don’t get on feet, psh How he do a pay for the job? Psh Never forget where I came from, n!gga, that’s how you get robbed, pu*sy Never said he ain’t saw it You ain’t know it, my new name, Fatt Fox the God [Chorus] Get up on it, uh, psh, uh Get on it, woo, psh, uh Get on it, uh [Verse 2] I’m from where, they back-dooring they homies, psh Where I’m from, you got opponents Where I’m from, if it burn when you piss, you better book an appointment Where I’m from, they pulling up, dumping Where I’m from, they’ll bust your pumpkins I’m from a land of gold digging b!tches, you go to sleep, hide your money Taz hit it straight off his side Where I’m from, where you drop that cheese, they coming I really seen that s*it, on my mama Now it don’t take nothing much, give ’em fifteen hundred [Chorus] Get up on it, uh, psh, uh Get up on it, woo If they drop that s*it right now, they gon’ get up on it, uh Psh, get up on it, uh If they get your location, he gon’ get up on it, uh Psh, huh, get up on it, uh Uh, psh, get up on it, uh. Get Up On It lyrics – YTB Fatt : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com