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PGF Nuk

Up It

 

Up It


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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