Ampd Up Song Lyrics

Ampd Up by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Y’all hoes wildin’, woah, no-no-no-no, oh
(XO) Yeah, it’s Top nigga
Huh, huh
Throwin’ all that, woah
Woah, inside, yeah, yeah

Shawty goin’ crazy, hit it and she throwin’ all that ass on me
I’m in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me
Baow, I’m doin’ my dance, don’t try to act on me
Goin’ through that jet but with my friends, I got that Yak on me
Yeah, I’m sweatin’ bad on that sh*t, boy
If I put you on my list you gon’ get blicked, some with that hit squad
I’m the same nigga, once that sh*t get started, then I get goin’
Man, f**k that sh*t, I’m in this b**ch, don’t play with me
I’m amped up and I’m in here doin’ a grave digger
Hope you ain’t pull up to my show, ain’t brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Play and you won’t make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon’ get stained with ’em

I got a seventy-round stick, inside, a bag of.223s (Yeah)
Duh, I made the screamin’, put your pussy ass to sleep
I said I hate all these niggas and all these niggas hate YB
Don’t trust these hoes but all these hoes be all on me
Look, b**ch make one diss, we gon’ bust your tomato
How you out a blick? It ain’t nowhere that I came though
You better get your b**ch, come with my clique, she get dicked down
Come on, punch me in my sh*t, watch how my youngin’ wave my switch ’round
I don’t know you ’round this b**ch, you don’t exist, I make you get down (I spray the ground)
Baow, baow, baow, baow, that’s that choppa sound
Whipped down, jump out with guns, try to run and we gon’ chase ya down
Hrrt, pow, whoop, baow, skrrt, with your body now

I’m amped up and I’m in here doin’ a grave digger
Hope you ain’t pull up to my show, ain’t brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Yeah, and you won’t make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon’ get stained with ’em
Shawty goin’ crazy, hit it and she throwin’ all that ass on me (Yeah, ah, ah, ah)
I’m in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Baow, I’m doin’ my dance, don’t try to act on me (Ah, ah, ah-ah)
Goin’ through that jet but with my friends, I got that Yak on me (Ah, ah, ah-ah)

She arch her back and throw that ass like a boomerang
Clique of bad b**ches poppin’ pussy, that’s the Gucci gang
Booty hangin’ out her shorts, she dressin’ like a hoochie mane
Popped [?] back and I’ma f**k her like a Superman, I’m flyer than a b**ch
Casamigos got me out my mind in this b**ch
And I keep gettin’ better like some wine in this b**ch
The only thing I love with drink I time in this b**ch
Shawty got some back (Though)
Keep me comin’ back (Though)
I treat her like a snack though
I need to put it in (Though)
Cut the people out of business, gotta keep it under raps
Better keep that money comin’ ’cause it keep a nigga amped

I’m amped up and I’m in here doin’ a grave digger
Hope you ain’t pull up to my show, ain’t brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Yeah, and you won’t make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon’ get stained with ’em
Shawty goin’ crazy, hit it and she throwin’ all that ass on me
I’m in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me
Baow, I’m doin’ my dance, don’t try to act on me
Goin’ through that jet but with my friends, I got that Yak on me