Trey Coachman - UP AND UP
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{Intro: Trey Coachman}
Birdie Bands Music
Yeah we have Meech GClef Yari Nasty
Meech this is your conscious 'Just Do It'!
Oh god oh god
{Verse 1: Trey Coachman}
Been gone for a few months but the last season been dry one
When it comes to music, wait diamond dollars. That's a lie son (Diamond diamond dollars)
Spent my time in Philly raised my steaks but still cheesy af
Didn't waste a dime unless I was dancing with her
Let's say I put myself in check (dickhead)
Damn I love this college life
Feel more free from the status quo
They say your bodies a Temple
But why here? Do I hear about the most hoes (huhhh)
Forget that, respect the love
I give it out so graciously
That Midwest hospitality can't lie
Had me roasted occasionally (OOH)
I flew back to surprise my fam
Michigan philly nigga
Mom almost cried, can't forget about dad
He said
Keep going for dreams that are bigger (love y’all)
The boy touched down remember when he did that before riding planes
I don't have to say a lot nowadays to have their heads looking sideways
Like wait ... What
{Chorus:}
They be laughing like my name is Richard
But I’m catching heat like Pryor stuff
Soon I'll be out of the picture
Cause I'm so far on that up and up
{Verse 2: Trey Coachman}
Give..
Good graces to the old crew
And all the new people that came within the year
Crazy how much things have change
Gone overlooked to being seen, weird
I've definitely had my low points
I guess I caught highlights and high beams
Boy I played myself some nights
But I got those W's like a Flyers dream
Miss me with that slick talk
‘Cause y'all ain't foolin nobody here or there
I see you trying to size me up
But big fella I'm not scared cause
They see dancing, but ain't never around things
I'm straight up and blunt like a hit
If I got an AB conversation C your way out or it might sting
Float like a butterfly RIP Ali
Taught me swagger when I’m in a ring
Girls saying do re me without the re but y'all know that I can't sing
They be coming for me, more than a parody
Laughing like they can, brush it off of me
But when you're surrounded by lions and tigers there’s just some things you just can't bear to see
{Verse 3: GClef}
GClef
I recollect trying make a check
And I ain’t focus on steadily on breaking necks
But niggas look back trying guess what’s next?
They might cause stress trying to guess the rest
I knock the chest, they tell me I got the keys
I’m not the best, That don’t mean that I’m not gone be
I hop the fence, I know that I got the speed
While not feeling, I trending on your property
So what now nigga? Tell me what you gon’ do?
What you wanna rap about? Tell me what's your views
If misconstrued explain I’m into your shoes
A pen game like this I’m not gone lose
Well go ahead, explain yourself retain the wealth
And on the sidelines maintain your health
But whatever you do please contain yourself
Step to me, well you might as well make yourself
It’s GClef and Meech
You better press repeat
And tell these other fuck niggas better press delete
And expect defeat, niggas taking L’s
And if they really gotta problem with it then oh well
I’m no joke unlike these folks to some sosa
Got these niggas like oh shit! They know I wrote this
No ouija so ain’t sent the ghosting
No Fuji they salty like the ocean
Just trying vibe
Other shit aside
Nation and divide
A little conversation
Got us screaming
Fuck the other side
It's gone take some time
‘Till they realize
Your life ain't like mine
You're trying to hear this song
I'm trying stay alive
Wow
{Skit: Yari Nasty, (Trey Coachman), and *Hoolien}
You niggas think you on the up and up
You niggas ain’t no up and up
You niggas need extra help to get on the up and up
By the way let me tell you about my bitch my nigga
My bitch is so
My bitch is extra like the gum
My bitch is extra like the television channel
My bitch is extra like some extra packets of ketchup at McDonalds you know the little 39 cent jawns
You be like, Hey can I get some extra ketchup
And they be like, No nigga you being extra
My bitch extra like that one stand out nigga in the group
My bitch extra like needs some extra credit but can’t get fucking credit ‘cause she's failing the goddamn class
Let me tell you how extra my bitch is
My bitch so extra she go on snapchat every fucking day
Just to record herself dancing to Controlla 300 times in a one minute time period
(My boy my boy that don’t that don’t add up?)
That’s because that bitch extra
*Damn that’s some extra shit cous'
{Outro: Yari Nasty, /GClef/, and Hoolien laughing}
I’ll fart on you my nigga
I’ll fart on your ass cheek my nigga
/Why is that always your practice so hard, what the fuck?/
Right like nigga I’ll, I’ll fucking, I’ll fart on your big toe my nigga
Like don’t fuck
(?)
Na nigga fuck you nigga you ain’t
{Intro: Trey Coachman}
Birdie Bands Music
Yeah we have Meech GClef Yari Nasty
Meech this is your conscious 'Just Do It'!
Oh god oh god
{Verse 1: Trey Coachman}
Been gone for a few months but the last season been dry one
When it comes to music, wait diamond dollars. That's a lie son (Diamond diamond dollars)
Spent my time in Philly raised my steaks but still cheesy af
Didn't waste a dime unless I was dancing with her
Let's say I put myself in check (dickhead)
Damn I love this college life
Feel more free from the status quo
They say your bodies a Temple
But why here? Do I hear about the most hoes (huhhh)
Forget that, respect the love
I give it out so graciously
That Midwest hospitality can't lie
Had me roasted occasionally (OOH)
I flew back to surprise my fam
Michigan philly nigga
Mom almost cried, can't forget about dad
He said
Keep going for dreams that are bigger (love y’all)
The boy touched down remember when he did that before riding planes
I don't have to say a lot nowadays to have their heads looking sideways
Like wait ... What
{Chorus:}
They be laughing like my name is Richard
But I’m catching heat like Pryor stuff
Soon I'll be out of the picture
Cause I'm so far on that up and up
{Verse 2: Trey Coachman}
Give..
Good graces to the old crew
And all the new people that came within the year
Crazy how much things have change
Gone overlooked to being seen, weird
I've definitely had my low points
I guess I caught highlights and high beams
Boy I played myself some nights
But I got those W's like a Flyers dream
Miss me with that slick talk
‘Cause y'all ain't foolin nobody here or there
I see you trying to size me up
But big fella I'm not scared cause
They see dancing, but ain't never around things
I'm straight up and blunt like a hit
If I got an AB conversation C your way out or it might sting
Float like a butterfly RIP Ali
Taught me swagger when I’m in a ring
Girls saying do re me without the re but y'all know that I can't sing
They be coming for me, more than a parody
Laughing like they can, brush it off of me
But when you're surrounded by lions and tigers there’s just some things you just can't bear to see
{Verse 3: GClef}
GClef
I recollect trying make a check
And I ain’t focus on steadily on breaking necks
But niggas look back trying guess what’s next?
They might cause stress trying to guess the rest
I knock the chest, they tell me I got the keys
I’m not the best, That don’t mean that I’m not gone be
I hop the fence, I know that I got the speed
While not feeling, I trending on your property
So what now nigga? Tell me what you gon’ do?
What you wanna rap about? Tell me what's your views
If misconstrued explain I’m into your shoes
A pen game like this I’m not gone lose
Well go ahead, explain yourself retain the wealth
And on the sidelines maintain your health
But whatever you do please contain yourself
Step to me, well you might as well make yourself
It’s GClef and Meech
You better press repeat
And tell these other fuck niggas better press delete
And expect defeat, niggas taking L’s
And if they really gotta problem with it then oh well
I’m no joke unlike these folks to some sosa
Got these niggas like oh shit! They know I wrote this
No ouija so ain’t sent the ghosting
No Fuji they salty like the ocean
Just trying vibe
Other shit aside
Nation and divide
A little conversation
Got us screaming
Fuck the other side
It's gone take some time
‘Till they realize
Your life ain't like mine
You're trying to hear this song
I'm trying stay alive
Wow
{Skit: Yari Nasty, (Trey Coachman), and *Hoolien}
You niggas think you on the up and up
You niggas ain’t no up and up
You niggas need extra help to get on the up and up
By the way let me tell you about my bitch my nigga
My bitch is so
My bitch is extra like the gum
My bitch is extra like the television channel
My bitch is extra like some extra packets of ketchup at McDonalds you know the little 39 cent jawns
You be like, Hey can I get some extra ketchup
And they be like, No nigga you being extra
My bitch extra like that one stand out nigga in the group
My bitch extra like needs some extra credit but can’t get fucking credit ‘cause she's failing the goddamn class
Let me tell you how extra my bitch is
My bitch so extra she go on snapchat every fucking day
Just to record herself dancing to Controlla 300 times in a one minute time period
(My boy my boy that don’t that don’t add up?)
That’s because that bitch extra
*Damn that’s some extra shit cous'
{Outro: Yari Nasty, /GClef/, and Hoolien laughing}
I’ll fart on you my nigga
I’ll fart on your ass cheek my nigga
/Why is that always your practice so hard, what the fuck?/
Right like nigga I’ll, I’ll fucking, I’ll fart on your big toe my nigga
Like don’t fuck
(?)
Na nigga fuck you nigga you ain’t
