D-Will4Real - Up There

(Hood nigga) Hood nigga, 80 in a 60 no license(riding dirty)
Left my i.d at the crib and I got warrants im fighting(fuck)
I got guns in the trunk and plus my tags are expired(what else)
I been smoking all day, weed got me lazy and tired(ok)
Really don't wanna drive(I hear you), it's a long ass back road
I hear these hoes live, they don't know how to act though(they don't)
You like a nigga style you should see me in mack mode
I mack hoes, rack shows, never in rest mode(never)
The cash right, cool, we can meet by the back door(at the gate)
Weed money slow, my gas be moving like crack though(it does)
My girl bad your girl look like a crack hoe(ew)
Free my nigga smoke he locked up on a crack hoe(free my nigga)
Fuck TDC, the judge, DA, and the CO(fuck 'em all)
Pretty girls cool but they always be the freak hoe(they do)
Get around a nigga tryna push off that sweet role(not me shorty)
Bitch you got the right one but that one ain't me oh(aint me)
And when I say it's up there get yo ass off yo feet hoe(get up)
And when I say its up there get yo ass off yo feet hoe(get up)
And when I say its up there get yo ass off yo feet hoe(like now)

Its up there, its up there, its up there, its up there
Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there
Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there
Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there
Its up there, its up there, stuck there, stuck there
Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there
Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there
Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there
Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there

(If it's up) If it's up there its stuck there
Power line with some chucks there(its up)
If I catch you in my section that shotty gone leave some bucks there(that pump)
Don't give no fucks there(none)
If you plexing then we go buck there(yes sir)
Got hunnid round drums enough for you and your cluck to share(yep)
(Gotta)Gotta make this bag move
I want all of my cashews(my paper)
Wrong nigga pass through
We leave em messy like Ragu(ugh)
His face get tattooed(ugh)
When shit get wicked we mash dudes
Put me in a bad mood
My attitude go past rude
You niggas last dude
Drop your location i slide through(skurt)
Uber eats nigga, I serve you pussies like fast food(hahahahaha)
Now your fam gotta exclude
Anything that they planned with you
Except wakes and funerals(funerals)
They counting expenses adding numerals

Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there
Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there
Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there
Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there
Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there
Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there
Its up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there
It's up there, stuck there, stuck there, stuck there

Written by:
DMARCUS WILLIAMS

Publisher:
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