UP!

Lyrics

[Intro] (Quincey White) (1 Million Spooks, billion, baby) [Verse 1: Quincey White] Y'all pass on all this gas, y'all see the price and now y'all freakin' out Trigger finger fuckin' a pussy nigga, shot eat you out Never is my name in a rap nigga mouth when he speakin' out So I been patiently waitin' on a sub like the teacher out Peep this out, I'lll leave you on the scene bleedin' Motherfuckers screamin' like a preteen seein' a Steven King screening Look at my sixteens and tell me you don't see demons I'm a nightmare for any dreamer, y'all seen me You fightin' over who next out the city, that's silly stuff I'm bar sparrin' with Jay, Nas, and Jada' and can't be touchеd And don't try to dap me, if it's up, it's really up I take thе beat, dip it in blood like video [Chorus: Quincey White & Styles P] (It ain't nothin' to talk about, my nigga) Now if it's up, it's up Don't see me in the streets and try to dap me up (Nah, we ain't doin' that) 'Cause, clearly, nigga, we ain't on that internet stuff (Nah, we ain't the type to type) Now if it's up, it's up (Uh-uh) Do this for the sport, who wanna fuck with us? (Who? Come on) Seven in this bitch, the crowd pump me up (Let's go) I'd rather not shed blood, but if it's up, it's up (I'd rather not, Lox) Now it's up, it's up [Verse 2: Styles P] Niggas try to ask what's up, I say the price of work Never speak on a code you ain't decipher first (Shh) Yeah, I stay on the move, homie, the Nikes work (I'm moving) Father forgive, they bring the pipe to church (Lord) Even the mosque, nothing's getting squashed If it's up (Nothing), 'til your head is off, that money's gettin' washed (Gettin' clean) Probably in a Dodge playin' some Mary Blige That's a Hellcat, been to Hell and back 'cause I'm hard Now I'm parked in the garage Headed to the crib, if it's up, it's all good 'cause it's hammer in the vase Niggas said they got bars They gotta convince me, SP and Quincey, my lifestyle is large [Chorus: Quincey White] (It ain't nothin' to talk about, my nigga) Now if it's up, it's up Don't see me in the streets and try to dap me up (Nah, we ain't doin' that) 'Cause, clearly, nigga, we ain't on that internet stuff (Nah, we ain't the type to type) Now if it's up, it's up Do this for the sport, who wanna fuck with us? (Come on) Seven in this bitch, the crowd pump me up (Let's go) I'd rather not shed blood, but if it's up, it's up Now it's up, it's up (Up) [Verse 3: Quincey White] Up like the arrow pointin' off on the compass (Up) Up like my dick 'cause life's a bitch, so I fuck it (Up) It's up like a bag handed from Warren Buffet Stick your toe up in this water, I really wouldn't trust it 'Cause you never know what's swimmin' in the bottom of this bitch But ain't no bottom-feeder nigga, I'll swallow up a whole school of cliques In this rap game that's supposedly on the top tier But he just one man, that's really not fair, let's stop here I used to doubt myself, but how can I when I'm that guy? Talkin' Aaron Hall singin' panties off at eighty-nine I put the beat on niggas like I'm Teddy Riley Swear to God, I catch a body versus everybody Better tell 'em 'bout me [Chorus: Quincey White] (It ain't nothin' to talk about, my nigga) Now if it's up, it's up Don't see me in the streets and try to dap me up (Nah, we ain't doin' that) 'Cause, clearly, nigga, we ain't on that internet stuff (Nah, we ain't the type to type) Now if it's up, it's up Do this for the sport, who wanna fuck with us? (Come on) Seven in this bitch, the crowd pump me up (Let's go) I'd rather not shed blood, but if it's up, it's up Now it's up, it's up [Outro] Yuh hear mi now, mi a say big up to the rapper Quincey White Yuh ting bop Yuh ting ight A be a fire you spit in the mic Brrutah, future looking bright Quincey White