"It's Up" lyrics
DJ BOOKER & NLE Choppa Lyrics
Fifty shots up out this ARP, don't you play with me
And if the nigga say it's up, you know that shit 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 shit 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 shit no cap (Shit 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 fuck 'bout the Sargeant
Put him on the ground right after we spark him, we can call that a murder garden
Thuggin' too hard, a nigga 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 fucking 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 fuckin' dog her
Don't get caught without your gun (Without your gun)
'Cause after dark we gon' kill anyone (Anyone)
I spot a opp, so you know he's done (He's done)
He ain't do none to me, we just kill 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 fuckin' blunt
Try to buck me who? Buck me what?
We ain't goin' for none
When I up this bitch up out my hip, boy you better run
Got the glizzy dirty, so I had to get another gun
Say she wanna have my kids, so I put it on her tongue
Hunnid-round drum, on the choppa look like Tommy Gun
How the fuck he gon' survive with this money on your dome?
Walk in your house, and then I kill 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 fuckin' 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' shit, he carve you out just like a pumpkin
Don't get caught without your gun (Without your gun)
'Cause after dark we gon' kill anyone (Anyone)
I spot a opp, so you know he's done (He's done)
He ain't do nothin' to me, we just kill for no reason (No reason)
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
And if the nigga say it's up, you know that shit 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 shit 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 shit no cap (Shit 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 fuck 'bout the Sargeant
Put him on the ground right after we spark him, we can call that a murder garden
Thuggin' too hard, a nigga 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 fucking 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 fuckin' dog her
Don't get caught without your gun (Without your gun)
'Cause after dark we gon' kill anyone (Anyone)
I spot a opp, so you know he's done (He's done)
He ain't do none to me, we just kill 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 fuckin' blunt
Try to buck me who? Buck me what?
We ain't goin' for none
When I up this bitch up out my hip, boy you better run
Got the glizzy dirty, so I had to get another gun
Say she wanna have my kids, so I put it on her tongue
Hunnid-round drum, on the choppa look like Tommy Gun
How the fuck he gon' survive with this money on your dome?
Walk in your house, and then I kill 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 fuckin' 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' shit, he carve you out just like a pumpkin
Don't get caught without your gun (Without your gun)
'Cause after dark we gon' kill anyone (Anyone)
I spot a opp, so you know he's done (He's done)
He ain't do nothin' to me, we just kill for no reason (No reason)
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
