Add Me Up Lyrics

It's so Emazing

All that shit they talkin' bout ain't addin' up

I be bailing' out, not tellin' out

You niggas mad or what

Dope crumbs all in my car

I need to start back, bagin' up

I know I talk a lot of shit

But call my bluff, I back it up

Rollie been collectin' dust and its bussed

Add it up

I got diamonds in my buffs

With the cuts

Add it up

Made bail for 80 bucks

Cause I dump

Add me up

you talking down aint got a crumb

You a bum, I had enough

When I was young, I had it rough

Took a risk to run it up

Niggas thought that shit was cap

When I said I'ma hunnit up

You could never be like me, lil' nigga

You ain't done enough

Better cut back on them blunts

And start puttin' that money up

BBL with the titties lifted up

Let me fuck

Let me hit it while I'm drunk

Rob these nuts, help me bust

Got dressed when we was done

She like, damn, what's the rush

I be fuckin' hoes for fun

You a fuck & fall in love

You be buyin' what she want

And it still don't help

You told that bitch if she leave

You gon' kill yourself

You can have 10 feet

And probably still won't step

I got stabbed in my back

It hit a nerve

Now I don't feel nothin' else

Now I don't feel a thing

You ever fell off that shit

A make you feel ashamed

But you can bounce back

As long as you ain't in a grave

For a lil' piece of fame

They do anything

Especially when you turnt up

And got a name

I'm on the black market

Searchin' how to buy a brain

Better boss your life up

Before you die lame

I'm a martyr in my hood

If I die today

I'm a hustler

I make money any kinda way

I can get you what you want

What you tryna pay

It's always people with no money

With a lot to say

Who the fuck want your opinion

You ain't got no pape

Stay your broke ass out the way

All that shit they talkin' bout ain't addin' up

I be bailing' out, not tellin' out

You niggas mad or what

Dope crumbs all in my car

I need to start back, bagin' up

I know I talk a lot of shit

But call my bluff, I back it up

Rollie been collectin' dust and its bussed

Add it up

I got diamonds in my buffs

With the cuts

Add it up

Made bail for 80 bucks

Cause I dump

Add me up

you talking down aint got a crumb

You a bum, I had enough

I had enough of that shit

Brick press in my crib

I was dumpin' that shit

Got a switch on my blick

You can't run from that shit

Free Looney

He got 120 months for that shit

Free Red

My twin sleep with the gun in the bed

No lackin' I pump gas

With the gun in my hand

Before I die

Shid I rather do a dub in the feds

They should call me Dr. Michael

I be dumpin' the meds

I'm just tryna make it out

They tryna fuck up my plans

If she don't suck it

Can't have sex

Cause I don't fuck with her head

Even if her pussy good

I might not fuck her again

Need intervention

Got a bad ass addiction to neck

If I wake up and got no perks

I end up gettin' upset

I'm a magician in my kitchen

I can teach you a trick

I turned to Pontiac to a Porsche

Just by gettin a press

I seen Miss Jackie take a needle

Then dig in her flesh

If her chin touch her chest

I'ma get me a check

If her head hit the desk

I'ma get me a vet

Spent a couple bands today

Just on gettin' me dressed

They be hatin

They be plottin

On gettin' me stretched

Try to get me out the way

Don't like seein' me flex