It’s Up Songtext
von Pooh Shiesty feat. BIG30
It’s Up Songtext
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
No talkin′, b-, no discussion
No fightin', don′t do no tusslin' (i'm not gon′ do no tusslin′)
Pay my young nigga to knock you off
Roll you up in a Russian (we'll smoke you out a Russian)
Give no fuck if it′s my family play with shiesty
Fuck my cousin (it's fuck my cousin)
In the club with a Glock 26 regular clip hold a dozen (brrrrd, brrrrd)
It′s nothin' (nothin′)
I spend 41 hundred on the Goyard
Check my luggage (ain't nothin')
I′m not shy with this glizzy, no hesitation, I′m bustin' (blrrrd)
This Glock 23 stuck right by my pelvis out in public (it′s there)
And I just poured a trey of wock
Better not pass me no 'tussin (no sir, aye)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, b-, it′s up
Stuffed fifteen in one pocket, fuck around and got it stuck
In fourteen, we ran up twenty off one mission we had struck
And all this jewelry don't mean shit, I′ll take it off, get suited up
30 say get you, you fuck
Them seven point 62 ate 'em up
Nigga dissin' from a distance, don′t come outside they be tucked
Got the same bullets in your gun, you totin′ that shit for nothin'
You see Shiesty in his name, that just mean that he my lil′ son
And this AR shoot out AK bullets, this my favorite gun
And if I put you on a mission, don't come back until it′s done
Free all my members that's locked in the cage for murder one
Just for them, we stand on top of shit, poppin′ shit throwin' ones
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Catch us servin' like we sonic, got the strong and chronic
Tell ′em, "run it, get my money," I kick shit with junkies
Ho, be honest, you a groupie, you fuck ′cause I'm bumpin′
Or it's ′cause you caught me at Neiman's fuck′ off a hunnd
Blrrd, ayy
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, b-, it's up
Stuffed 15 in one pocket, fuck around and got it stuck
In 14, we ran up 20 off one mission we had struck
And all this jewelry don't mean shit, I′ll take it off, get suited up
Blrrrd
Blrrrd
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
No talkin′, b-, no discussion
No fightin', don′t do no tusslin' (i'm not gon′ do no tusslin′)
Pay my young nigga to knock you off
Roll you up in a Russian (we'll smoke you out a Russian)
Give no fuck if it′s my family play with shiesty
Fuck my cousin (it's fuck my cousin)
In the club with a Glock 26 regular clip hold a dozen (brrrrd, brrrrd)
It′s nothin' (nothin′)
I spend 41 hundred on the Goyard
Check my luggage (ain't nothin')
I′m not shy with this glizzy, no hesitation, I′m bustin' (blrrrd)
This Glock 23 stuck right by my pelvis out in public (it′s there)
And I just poured a trey of wock
Better not pass me no 'tussin (no sir, aye)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, b-, it′s up
Stuffed fifteen in one pocket, fuck around and got it stuck
In fourteen, we ran up twenty off one mission we had struck
And all this jewelry don't mean shit, I′ll take it off, get suited up
30 say get you, you fuck
Them seven point 62 ate 'em up
Nigga dissin' from a distance, don′t come outside they be tucked
Got the same bullets in your gun, you totin′ that shit for nothin'
You see Shiesty in his name, that just mean that he my lil′ son
And this AR shoot out AK bullets, this my favorite gun
And if I put you on a mission, don't come back until it′s done
Free all my members that's locked in the cage for murder one
Just for them, we stand on top of shit, poppin′ shit throwin' ones
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Catch us servin' like we sonic, got the strong and chronic
Tell ′em, "run it, get my money," I kick shit with junkies
Ho, be honest, you a groupie, you fuck ′cause I'm bumpin′
Or it's ′cause you caught me at Neiman's fuck′ off a hunnd
Blrrd, ayy
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, b-, it's up
Stuffed 15 in one pocket, fuck around and got it stuck
In 14, we ran up 20 off one mission we had struck
And all this jewelry don't mean shit, I′ll take it off, get suited up
Blrrrd
Writer(s): Lontrell D. Williams, Rodney White, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
