(Intro: Yamine)
Wassup mane, mhm
We got to end the year off with a bang bruh
Plus got some shit to speak about Udigg
Yeah, Alot of Shit been on my mind
[YEAH BRO]

(Verse 1: Yamine)
Everything going on (going on), it needs to stop (stop)
Rappers out here dying (dying), from they Opps (bruh)
N***as getting killed everyday (everyday), by the cops (cops)
Politicians politickin, stealing ballots all for plot (uh)
What a shock to the world, USA just flopped (gosh)
Virus hopping all around, 2019 can we swap (yes)
When this shit gonna end? I wanna turn up with my friends
Almost 21 and I want the full experience (yeeeeaaaahhh)
I feel like we all in prison (yeah), just by the way we living (mhm)
Can’t go outside at all, no fans at games no ball
While our leaders eat at dinners being hypocrites laughing it off (YEAH BRO)
Taxing us all, small ass stimulus checks while ya’ll cash just evolves
I can’t stand the left, they lie to make us feel good
But we have to end the year off with a bang and hope 2021 will make us better
Get that cheddar, get better, end all beefs and work together

(Chorus: Yamine)
Everybody get ya bottles and Pour It Up (Pour It Up)
If ya tryna get shit off ya mind just Pour It Up (Pour It Up)
Next year we gotta shine just Hope Enough (Hope Enough)
Ain’t have time to be shy bruh Open Up (Open Up)
Bad bitches with a fat ass Pour It Up (Pour It Up)
Broke ass n***as that have no cash Pour It Up (Pour It Up)
All the kids out here with no dad Soak It Up (Soak It Up)
We gotta stick together and wait till this shit last so Pourt It Up
(Verse 2: BJrhyme$)
I’m a man not built of brick but sand
I adjust to Where I stand that means wherever my two feet land I’m not rich nor bland I’m in the middle of two brothers we survived the struggle grew up eating good from my mothers hands, Ramen, and Chef Boyardee cans bout to pass 18 touched my first bands couldn’t handle it flipped it and over ran mmh
Now I’m my bed perry Ellis boxers a plaid blanket and a rotating fan mhm
After everything There’s still a lot I don’t understand but tryna grab a grand
Flip a band that’s 10k to into another grand but no matter how much I count
I’ll never overpay the brands but I take a look at my account I gotta take my time to read the field and move quick just like Legarrette Blount because I don’t fall I just bounce 5’9 with a 40 plus vert about
To take my pockets to next amount I’m trying be 20 with my own fucking house fully owned no mortgage straight cash and I ain’t renting it out uh but first imma get my mind out this trap and my brain the mouse and when I level up I’m staying in my city I ain’t going south imma grind where I’m at and sprout shit and watch me pour up every fucking ounce uh n***a


(Chorus: BJrhyme$)
(Pour it up)repeat
Every goddamn blessing
Imma pour it up
On my way through progression
Imma pour it up
When I’m in da field stressing
Imma pour it up
Either way I’m tested n***a
Imma pour it up

(Verse 3: Yamine)
Back in this bitch with a new tone
Fuck my ex I got a new phone
Bad bitch with a fat ass I’ll throw some cash and take her home
Young n***a got many fans, 70 thousand plays I’m a big Man
New year I’m living life
Don’t need kids them bastards trife
I pull out, I never stay in
No matter how good I can control it
Apartment building 205, I make big rhymes
Lot of time, 365 hit the dashboard
Back in 2016, I’d dab the hoe
Cashapp the hoe and fight her bro
I delete all my enemies and sip tea at home
Comb out the fro, and roll some mo
Weed I enhale, then I blow
Smoking these rookies, selling snow
Big dollars, corner store
Coke, no pepsi holmes
Fuck the blue, I’m red holmes