It’s Up

Lyrics

[Intro] (DJ Phat drop that shit) (DJ Phatt, aw, man!) [Verse 1] Huh, you know the BandGang when we came out the gutter (Huh) Nigga you ain't gotta tell me, we already know these niggas don't love us Pull out that fye' he wheezing, we'll pop that boy on TV Locked up shit drama queen like Jak II but this Fiji No Vinny Cox see that pussy baby don't tease me I'm on collect call with her, I wanna fuck her I already said when I get out, I'm finna bust her Whoa we don't do no fucking back in forth, Whoa nem' dont even touch him (Hmm) Rue pulled out that stick hit him with that big nigga turn him Melvin He just believe you, already told him repercussion Huh It's Up, fuck nigga man it's stuck Wannabе, man you not one of us (Huh) I pulled a .30 on that nigga needa' back up (Huh) Me and King 30 and this fuckin' bitch needa' turn up My body got all typеs of drugs in my system I just wanna dunk my opp like Scottie Pipen And Rue walk with that AR might kiss it I told him that im playing harder they don't listen Glock .26 that lil' bitch a kisser (Huh) Ma knew I was a star, for she even heard bout' the Lil' differ (Huh) I treat life like groupchat, they switchin' out then we get em (Huh) You drunk, bitch you just trippin Huh, and the gang stuck we smokin that sticky And Lil' BJ call me I know he miss me When Kel pull up on me he buy a new blicky I mean Trix are for kids but this hoe not that tricky I ain't say she ain't goin, yeah that hoe trickin Bih' left me, love ain't giving I'm pushing P nigga, fuck P Diddy And Gen 5 on me nigga fuck yo city Slide, on his block with a new fye at they store We got Mob ties nigga kick front door I go to the night thuggin with JoJo We caught that boy lackin' nigga, where the fuck yo pole? All that Instagram flagging nigga you ain't bold How the fuck you gon' follow nigga, if you ain't know me? 7 bands in my pocket still ain't got ringtone [Verse 2] But baby we flipping bitches we ain't claimin' these hoes (Huh) Feel like the clearest one I'm poppin out we shoot that boy just like Django Huh, fell out with close friends nigga really got his fuckin hit with Tadoe The barrel on the stick that bih' potato (Huh) My trap haml with the stick man, we shoot at his fro' (Hmm, yeah) Double down on me, you know this stick on me' bih' we apply pressure Play with the Mob nigga this on God, we might have to take it street measures All the young niggas, they wanna hang with Goodfellas I'ma die nigga, we knock ya' ass off, don't do no extra Huh, nigga we get in a shootout nigga we don't tote no Beretta Cook out, out a house snake out to get him Huh, put him on a damn plate then we call him dinner (Yeah) [Outro] (It's up)