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Up It Lyrics - Artist : PGF Nuk
Drip
Turn me up, Trad You won't blow that bitch, don't up it Me and my niggas, we up it, me and my niggas, we clutch it Dodging death like it's nothing You and your niggas keep getting killed, y'all still don't want slid yet Ask the opps, them niggas know, everytime they came, we slid back Thirty, fifty, sixty and hundreds, about five hundred in this [?] Niggas know they ass in trouble Certified tweaker, text the opps and tell 'em that I'm coming Or pop out like surprise, have him like, pressure on him Fuck some home work, I'm tryna pop out and go stretch something Who got the check on him? Pay me half right now We won't let him see the next morning Go, go, he won't see the next morning It's Nuk, go, go Niggas scared when they see us, uh, they know that we kill shit We do real shit, you with that gun, boy, you still bitch I just spent a hundred K, yeah, Nuk still rich Yeah, he still sick, a lot of niggas ain't gon' feel this Tight him up like a piece of paper, fucking his head up for a lick He need chaser, I'm up like the elevators, see you later, bitch He ain't taking shit but this four nick' Glock came with a switch, all we do is blick Real killers, I know real niggas, we don't play around Real drilelrs, I know real hitters that'll lay you down Scratch off 'cause she let off sound, the dick a hundred thou' She ain't got no money or no credit, gotta move around We get blicks and ride around, bitch, I'm from the town Up this bitch, they getting down, lil' bitch getting down On the opps, yeah, yeah, on the opps, Nuk be sliding nonstop We not worried 'bout the opps We not worried 'bout the opps, fuck the window, I'm getting off Soon as we hit these niggas block, celebrate with double cups She talking about another nigga drop but the whip can't even drive Bro take the wheel and we go slide, all you gotta do is slide forever Straight two on the mind, can't see how niggas hit the booth and go and tell lies Can't see how niggas miss when they let off a hundred shots I let off like ten of 'em, that's another nigga down War, talking 'bout frontline, we gon' see who gon' survive All them times I could die, thanking God I'm still alive Four of July, they let off fireworks, we let off choppa rounds I could tell him in his eyes, we ain't with the get down How the fuck they looking for me when I'm always outside? Niggas ain't looking for me, bitch, I'm outside GMO, what's up, Nuk? We out, we out |
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