Lyrical Breakdown of Get Up With Us - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Get Up With Us" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Stepped on, hit all in his head, pussy nigga (dead, dead, dead)
You get blowed down, pussy broke down, you's a pussy nigga (brrah, bah, bah)
Make a nigga lay in his bed, tryna get up with us
Make his mama lose her mind when we finish with her
All these young niggas ain't nothin' but some fuckin' murderers
Out that window, they be swervin' shit, he was talkin' shit, that dirty time
Play with this shit, my brothers
They gon' hurt somethin', they gon' murder somethin' (they gon' murder somethin')
Pussy nigga, Make America Slime Again
Half a minute, dot on, paint blood on him, bitch
Killers havin' choppers in they hand, all they know is hit
Herm gon' spray him, nigga, he play, and he die sweet (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You a fan, you'll play around like a bitch and got hit with a- (bah)
Hold on, let me say it again, man
Half a minute, on a bitch
Prada'd down, Gucci kicks
Still, this ho do not exist
Ocean pink, the diamonds dance on wrist (huh, huh, yeah)
Make America Slime Again
Go ahead, hit somethin' with y'all stick
Dive in your shit, shit, nigga, who?
You play with me, you gon' get blues
We keep a tool, you gon' get knocked about your shoes, bitch
'Bout to shoot, you got me fucked up, nigga, choose
I'm known for not followin' no rules
And havin' kids and havin' millions and havin' the guns and bein' choose, I'll get you
Stepped on, hit all in his head, pussy nigga (dead, dead, dead)
You get blowed down, pussy broke down, you's a pussy nigga (brrah, bah, bah)
Make a nigga lay in his bed, tryna get up with us
Make his mama lose her mind when we finish with her
All these young niggas ain't nothin' but some fuckin' murderers
Out that window, they be swervin' shit, he was talkin' shit, that dirty time
Play with this shit, my brothers
They gon' hurt somethin', they gon' murder somethin' (they gon' murder somethin')
Pussy nigga, Make America Slime Again
Lean, ain't no D'USSÉ
I got a taste for bad bitches, I got a toothache
Ten got a Glock 10 millimeter, shoot at your face
A nigga said what? Okay
Bitch, I know you hate, I'll get your stupid ass
Stepped on, hit all in his head, pussy nigga (dead, dead, dead)
You get blowed down, pussy broke down, you's a pussy nigga (brrah, bah, bah)
Make a nigga lay in his bed, tryna get up with us
Make his mama lose her mind when we finish with her
All these young niggas ain't nothin' but some fuckin' murderers
Out that window, they be swervin' shit, he was talkin' shit, that dirty time
Play with this shit, my brothers
They gon' hurt somethin', they gon' murder somethin' (they gon' murder somethin')
Pussy nigga, Make America Slime Again
(MarsGawd lit another one)