Artist: Lil Snupe f/ Bigg Poppa Album: R.N.I.C. (Mixtape) Song: Put Em Up Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Lil Snupe Snupe nigga [Bridge: x2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Bridge: x2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [x2] 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