Текст песни Put Em Up - Lil Snupe

Lil Snupe
Snupe nigga

I'm chasin my dream, full of good kush and codeine
Keep a lot of bad bitches around me
Keep a whole lot of money in my jeans
I do this for my city cause I know my city got me
And I tell this to my haters – just watch me on TV

Put em up put em up put em up put em up
Put em up put em up put em up put em up
Put em up put em up put em up put em up
Put em up put em up put em up put em up

Look, man codeine got a nigga so lean
Had the most dreams, got me chasin mo green
All my niggas outchea chasin those dreams
Nigga gotta get it by any means
Any nigga try to really come in-between
We gon hit you up with the fuckin red beam
Any fuck niggas wanna play with my team
Well my nation know we comin and a nigga come at me, woa
Ain't no playin with no nigga
Never ever been a ho nigga
Can't go broke, I would call up
I got mo money so it's mo smoke
With Big Poppa in ratchet city, all the bitches get ratchet with me
They know the youngin, I'm takin over
It's my time, yea the wait is over
Nigga Boosy gone, Snupe onto Boosy home
I'm a hold it down, put that on my round
Nigga know wussup, Louisiana ball
And I swear to God I got it on my bank
Nigga I get my own flex
Get my money, my own stacks
I love money, I'm bout the stacks, I'm...
Nigga this Lil Snupe
Nigga play games, where it get you?
I got real hitters that'll hit you
I love my serve but a big blue
I'm up chasin my dreams, getting full of kush and codeine
And it's that celebration for the niggas hatin
I'm up countin my green nigga

I'm chasin my dream, full of good kush and codeine
Keep a lot of bad bitches around me
Keep a whole lot of money in my jeans
I do this for my city cause I know my city got me
And I tell this to my haters – just watch me on TV

Put em up put em up put em up put em up
Put em up put em up put em up put em up
Put em up put em up put em up put em up
Put em up put em up put em up put em up

All them hard nights gon pay us
I stayed on, they stayed off
You niggas ain't gotta reign yet
We all still in the play-offs
Hella tales ain't motivating
Hell sims, they soulja hate me
Ratchet hoes, they hate me true
Say the city got a nigga overrated
I grind hard like I never ate
My childhood years ain't never played
They can break a nigga off with 1.5
Big ol fam and I ain't never scrayed
I remember nice, I ain't ludice
No kind for me, only nigga play
I watch my dad, I cook a lot of work
Why the early kids when I decided to play
I ain't tryna raise my life that
I'm chasin dreams like Dr. King
Gotta get it out the mud by any means
I spray 50 at the enemy
I'm blowing loud, my eyes tight
And they'll swear to God I come fulfilling me
My mama home and my sister home
While I talk to God on bended knees
Every day is something mane
All this changing along the thread
All sign is getting on your nerves
Niggas going back on they word
Rap game like the dope game
Trapped out, for the made it dollar
No extra friends, we getting it in
We don't talk no extra partners

I really do it for Louisiana
The nigga ol Boosy hittin on the map
They don't give you but one chance
This stone cold and this shit a riot