Ampd Up Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy ft. Mouse On Tha Track

[Intro: NBA YoungBoy]
Y'all hoes wilding, woah, no-no-no-no, oh
(XO) Yeah, it's Top n!gga
Huh, huh
Throwing all that, woah
Woah, inside,  yeah,  yeah

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Shawty going crazy
Hit it and she throwing all that as* on me
I'm in here with the murder babies
With that sack on me
Baow, I'm doing my dance
Don't try to act on me
Going through that jet but with my friends
I got that Yak on me
Yeah, I'm sweating bad on that sh!t, boy
If I put you on my list you gone get bl!cked
Some with that hit squad
I'm the same n!gga, once that sh!t get started
Then I get going
Man, f**k that sh!t
I'm in this b!tch, don't play with me
I'm amped up and I'm in here doing 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 gone get stained with 'em

[Verse 1: NBA YoungBoy]
I got a seventy-round stick
Inside, a bag of .223s (Yeah)
Duh, I made the screaming
Put your pu**y as* to sleep
I said I hate all these n!ggas
And all these n!ggas hate YB
Don't trust these hoes
But all these hoes be all on me
Look, b!tch make one diss
We gone bust your tomato
How you out a bl!ck?
It ain't nowhere that I came though
You better get your b!tch
Come with my clique, she get d!cked down
Come on, punch me in my sh!t
Watch how my younging wave my switch 'round
I don't know you 'round this b!tch
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 gone chase ya down
Hrrt, pow, whoop, baow, skrrt, with your body now

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy & Mouse On Tha Track]
I'm amped up and I'm in here doing 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 gone get stained with 'em
Shawty going crazy, hit it
And she throwing all that as* 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 doing my dance
Don't try to act on me (Ah, ah, ah-ah)
Going through that jet but with my friends
I got that Yak on me (Ah, ah, ah-ah)

[Verse 2: Mouse On Tha Track]
She arch her back
And throw that as* like a boomerang
Clique of bad b!tches popping pu**y
That's the Gucci gang
Booty hanging out her shorts
She dressing like a hoochie mane
Popped ...? back and I'ma f**k her like a Superman
I'm flyer than a b!tch
Casamigos got me out my mind in this b!tch
And I keep getting better
Like some wine in this b!tch
The only thing I love with drink
I time in this b!tch
Shawty got some back (Though)
Keep me coming 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 coming
'cause it keep a n!gga amped

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
I'm amped up and I'm in here doing 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 gone get stained with 'em
Shawty going crazy
Hit it and she throwing all that as* on me
I'm in here with the murder babies
With that sack on me
Baow, I'm doing my dance
Don't try to act on me
Going through that jet but with my friends
I got that Yak on me