歌词
Chorus
Bubble Up Baby Bubble Up Baby
Bubble up baby run it up baby
Do your thing Bitch bounce back jit
We can take a L that ain’t shit hit the streets and
Bubble Up Baby Bubble Up Baby
Bubble up baby run it up baby
Do your thing Bitch bounce back jit
We can take a L that ain’t shit hit the streets and
Verse 1
Hoe called my phone say these **** want me dead
Bitch don’t call my phone telling me what **** said
Bitch I’m way too busy trying to stack me up a million
Put that money on the floor and stack it to the ceiling
Threw a 50 on the blicky
Case it get sticky
If I go to jail I know my bitch gone come get me
Imm a backwood roller good weed smoker Hennessy pourer bad bitch stroker f&n totter strip club goer bankroll thrower ima bad mother fucker
Every L I took a **** took it like a man
got up off my ass and got it in I know how to
Chorus
Bubble Up Baby Bubble Up Baby
Bubble up baby run it up baby
Do your thing Bih bounce back jit
We can take a L that ain’t shit hit the streets and bubble up
Big Za he a broke **** ima go getter
Real coke whipper
He balling can’t foul him big bank counter
He don’t want no money better stay from around them
Fuck that i ain’t going home till I get the package gone
Put my arm all in the bowl I might break my collar bone
Bubble up baby run it up baby
They can’t fuck with us they broke as fuck baby
Get ya sack up pull up black truck stack that money baby make it add up
I stay in traffic keep it moving ****
Florida boy I spent a grip on these cubans ****
Bitch I’m on fire I’m a real lifer
And I ride striker Foreign whip driver
Bitch I’m on fire I’m a real lifer
And I ride striker Foreign whip driver
Chorus
Bubble Up Baby Bubble Up Baby
Bubble up baby run it up baby
Do your thing Bitch bounce back jit
We can take a L that ain’t shit hit the streets and
Bubble Up Baby Bubble Up Baby
Bubble up baby run it up baby
Do your thing Bitch bounce back jit
We can take a L that ain’t shit hit the streets
Written by: Michael Smith, Vitaly Isakov
