It’s Up Lyrics by DJ BOOKER & NLE Choppa
Fifty shots up out this ARP, don’t you play with me
And if the *** say it’s up, you know that *** don’t stay with me
I ain’t tryna to meet nowhere, I pull up where you stay on me
Hunnid rounds up out this 308 and I was one deep
7.62s detach his body parts, that *** a wrap
Crooked dykes I make ’em move when I’m shootin’ in the trap
He was hotboxin’ and we pull up, put his head in his lap
Best believe if I said, I meant it, that *** no cap (*** no cap, ay, yeah)
Me and the gang, we thuggin’ so hard
We might’ve just catch us a RICO charge
Hunnid some Crips, we up in the party
You know that we don’t give a *** ’bout the Sargeant
Put him on the ground right after we spark him, we can call that a *** garden
Thuggin’ too hard, a *** tried to check me
I said, “I beg your pardon?”
Had the glizzy up in my Ethika drawers
I step back, then I spark him
Shot these niggas, Ty Lawson
Hole in his head like he was a *** dolphin
Make your mamma buy a coffin
Told her, “Stop cryin’ ’bout her baby. Eat this sausage.”
Make her swallow and gargle
Hit from the back, I’ma have to ***’ dog her
Don’t get caught without your *** (Without your ***)
‘Cause after dark we gon’ *** anyone (Anyone)
I spot a opp, so you know he’s done (He’s done)
He ain’t do none to me, we just *** for no reason (No reason)
Lean on the blunt
Tropicana Fruits in the runt
You can’t hit this blunt
You ain’t help me roll this ***’ blunt
Try to buck me who? Buck me what?
We ain’t goin’ for none
When I up this *** up out my hip, boy you better run
Got the glizzy dirty, so I had to get another ***
Say she wanna have my kids, so I put it on her tongue
Hunnid-round drum, on the choppa look like Tommy ***
How the *** he gon’ survive with this money on your dome?
Walk in your house, and then I *** you with your mommy in your home
‘Cause that lil’ Choppa, he be reekin’, this that murderer cologne
Why your body smell like that? ‘Cause them ***’ bodies in the trunk
Y’all took a shot right out your melon, we left that boy funky
They like Choppa “what you smokin’ on?”
I’m smokin’ on this skunk
I pin the tail up on that opp, now that boy look like he a donkey
7.62s leave all those holes look like you was shoppin’ at Dunkin’
My Lil’ Mexican stabbin’ ***, he carve you out just like a pumpkin
Don’t get caught without your *** (Without your ***)
‘Cause after dark we gon’ *** anyone (Anyone)
I spot a opp, so you know he’s done (He’s done)
He ain’t do nothin’ to me, we just *** for no reason (No reason)
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda